So remember a ways back when I wouldn’t stop blabbing about the Listen To Your Mother show in NYC? Where I read an essay about the angst of taking your kid to college in an auditorium filled with people who actually paid to listen?
The audition, the casting, the prep, the wardrobe, the afterglow?
Did you begin to think it never really happened?
I did.
But here’s the YouTube proof.
For the love of Darwin people, why didn’t someone help me do my hair? Or tell me to slow down? Or speak louder? Or get a better bra?
Can’t blame me, we talked bra before you got on the train.
EITHER WAY: you’re a natural.
xo
ah, my virtual savior from the “indeterminate train delay” on the biggest day of my so called career. From the depths of twitter, the voice of calm. But i don’t recall the bra advice: cuz those girls sure coulda used a lift!
And braschma…
THIS READiNG WAS AMAZING.
*blushing* thanks for listening!
So great, Kate!
Thanks girl. Your day will come faster than you think, and you’ll remember this!