That’s me on the left, yellow pigtails flying. I’m singin’ and dancin’, you see. Oh, and that’s Kathy Najimy, dancing on the trunk of the car. (I cannot believe this show is not on her IMDb page.) I am 13 years old. They called me Traceypoo.
You may NOT.
Oh, peeps! Sadly, there’s even more where this came from.
I am dying. Check out your red tights!!!
Hey, my older brother’s production didn’t have a car to dance on. Yours is way cooler.
Let’s have some wine!
Umm, if you glance very quickly at the foto, you seem to be having a major wardrobe malfunction.
But then, if you look again, it’s just the pear (pear? why a pear?)on your bib. Bib?
(note to self: do not costume “Godspell”)
More, please…!
Turn back
O man
Forswear thyyyy fooooolish waaaayyyyys
Sal — Yeah. It’s just a pear on the front of the, well, blouse-thingy. No bib. What you can’t really see in this photo are the bright green polka-dotted bloomers I am wearing underneath it.
And as much as I liked the girl on the top of the car, I HAAAATED her clown mouth. SO much.
And I don’t know what the hell Jerry Lewis’ problem is there. I mean, I guess he’s singing. Or maybe he’s receiving some kind of invisible wedgie. Weird.
Oh man!
More, please.
You went to school with Kathy Najimy? Wow. I have no celebrity connections. Except my next door neighbor is Mickey Lolitch’s daughter. Oh yeah, my neighbor Lisa went to school with Madonna. That’s only two degrees of seperation.
Happy National De-Lurking Week!
Missy — No, I didn’t go to school with her. She was quite a bit older. This was a summer workshop show that I auditioned for — a local college production, really, and she had graduated from that college — I think — a few years before that. She was funny; practically manically so. I was kinda scared of her. And she was obsessed with my dark-haired dad because she thought he looked Lebanese, like her. Kinda creepy, Kathy Najimy.
I just remembered that when I was little there were times my parents would let me and my sibs put this record on at dinnertime. We thought that was so wonderful. Does that make us dorky?
No, Kate. You are cooler than most. C’mon. Who doesn’t love singing that ending to “All for the Best”:
You guessed it’s all for the –
You must never be distressed
Yes, it’s all for the –
All your wrongs will be redressed
Yes, it’s all for the –
Someone’s got to be oppressed! (hahahahaha)
Yes, it’s all for the BESSSSTTTT!!
Love it. Love the whole entire show.
Yes! I love that. I also giggle at part about “and your olive tree is dying” (kind of like, o.k., as if enough wasn’t going wrong. . . even your tree wants to check out).
Did I spell oppressed wrong?
Oppressed.
Opressed.
Oppressed.
Opressed.
Damn. I’m a good speller, too. Why do they both look weird suddenly??
Great show. I remember it well.
Jack Bradford, is that you????? Hi, Jesus!!