You guys!

Three out of four Musketeers tell me I’m awesome and rockin’! The fourth says I’ll die alone, sobbing under a seat in coach. Which is impressive to get all crammed on one so-called “fun” size wrapper.

Anyway, the clear takeaway here is that chocolate loves you back. EAT YOUR FEELINGS! Before you die alone, sobbing under a seat in coach.

So I recently started subscribing (if that’s the cool-kids-approved verb) to Amazon Music

and I’ve been letting it suggest new music for me based on my paltry selection of declared favorites and it’s been opening up wondrous new sonic worlds for me and HOW COME NOBODY’S TOLD ME ABOUT IMAGINE DRAGONS?

So our dinner in the restaurant inside Cinderella’s castle was not only delicious,

but we got seated by the windows JUST AS THE FIREWORKS STARTED OUTSIDE (as illustrated by the subtle but magnificently breathtaking puffs of light behind the windows in photographs 2 and 3):

It really was magical ... except there were four princesses working the room, giving us their individual princess spiels in breathy and/or squeaky voices that we absolutely couldn’t hear, and practically demanding we get up and take pictures with them. It was a royally hostile dinner environment (as illustrated by my forced but princely smiles in photographs 4, 5, 6 and 7):

I walked by this kick-assery last night as it was being painted while I explored NewBo to kill time before my rehearsal:

It's no doubt a part of the neighborhood's preparations for this weekend's NewBo Evolve event, and it's now my favorite new thing in all of Cedar Rapids.

#WeirdButBelovedThingsIFoundInMyStorageLockerYesterday

At first glance this looks all Christmasy

But it’s really NOT!

It’s predominately blue and snowy with only minor accents of it-looks-like-Christmas-but-it’s-not red. You could wear it fesively ALL WINTER. Unfortunately, I found the picture on a meme site and I have no idea where to buy the sweater. There really IS a War on Christmas.

Victor/Victoria proscenium awesomeness

We have a twinkly-star proscenium. I bet Hamilton doesn't have a twinkly-star proscenium. Or the NFL. The NFL isn't even remotely cool enough to have a twinkly-star proscenium. Victor/Victoria is the reigning, undisputed twinkly-star-proscenium world champion. Hamilton's stupid.

Um ... wow

I just sang "Le Jazz Hot" with these insanely talented pit singers crammed in an acoustically decadent offstage room with a disproportionately brass-heavy orchestra and I'm pretty sure it was one of the most glorious experiences of my life. And I get to do it again every night this week.

Leave room for Lucy

My town uses a dog to measure the requested space between trash and recycle bins on garbage pick-up day. TOP THAT, AMERICA.