…With a hundred and ten cornets right behind….
Telling that story about church reminded me of a Christmas play that we did a few years ago with the toddlers thru sixth grade group. I was working with Ken, who was the unofficial Drama Director. Ken had written a short Christmas play for the children to act out, and even though I was a middle aged adult, he asked me to be one of the angels.
Well, being a natural ham, I said yes, and I really got into my part. At the time I was also really getting into “The Music Man”—partly because I’m Iowa, but also because I have a great love of Broadway musicals. Anyway, it is now rehearsal time, and I’ve got my “inner Robert Preston” bumping around in my head….
And so I have one line, mind you, but I want to play it with gusto, and I gave it my all….
I had one line, “Baby Jesus is born, woot!”, and I was supposed to dance around the crib—-which I did…..And I played it like I was Professor Harold Hill, all showman like and when it came time for my line, I strutted around the crib, and made a figure eight, mimicking the moves that Robert Preston did in the last scene of “The Music Man”.
(Now, I need to insert a quick note here—I had just recently lost about 10 pounds, so my pants were a little big on me.)
I come up to the crib, do my little “Preston” impersonation, then comes my line….
“Baby Jesus is born, woot!”
And I raise my hands up, as if to offer praise…..
….And my pants came down!
Well, thankfully, it was only a rehearsal, so ONLY 20 or so were there to watch me moon poor Baby Jesus!
Good thing I wasn’t a fan of “Equus” or “Oh, Calcutta!”, right?
"Adventures in the Psychus Suphomas" 