You might be dressing on Broadway if:
I posted this very early at the start of this blog, almost a year ago. I thought it was time to revisit it, and possibly share it with any new readers.
You Might Be Dressing On Broadway if:
- You consider personally doing your own laundry a complete waste of time.
- People in your union wear tinfoil hats to keep the aliens from reading their brain waves.
- You accept having one day off a week as the norm.
- You become frustrated when people don’t understand the difference between upstage and downstage.
- You understand the subtle nuances between dry cleaning fluid and vodka (Dry cleaning fluid comes in plastic bottles while vodka is only packaged in Glass).
- You have quads of death from running 5 flights of stairs multiple times a day.
- Your chiropractor sends you a Christmas card asking for tickets in exchange for services.
- Your union completely screws you on healthcare.
- You can spot an untied shoe, unzipped pants, or missing button up to 100 ft away.
- You can execute a quickchange in the dark and not drop a stitch on your current knitting project.
- You can do 3 things simultaneously and never engage anything more than muscle memory.
- You are on a first name basis with local deli owners, who make your coffee ‘your way’ when you walk in the door regardless of who is in line ahead of you.
- You attempt to limit your binges to Sunday evening.
- The container store excites you immensely.
- You not only know the definition and use of a bitelight, but you know 3 different locations to purchase them
- The only personal item in your work apron is a Percocet, ‘for emergency purposes.’
- You understand first hand the differences between “Cast,” “Crew,” and “Company.”
- You become violent when you see someone cutting paper with your brand new Ginghers.
- You know what a Rub-A-Dub is and what it’s used for.
And the biggest sign you might be dressing on Broadway:
20. You’ve seen so much tit and ass that you are no longer even remotely interested.
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