If you are expecting a story about shoes, you’ve come to the wrong place.
This post is about chookas, not chukkas. Chookas is a theatrical slang, used mainly in Australia, to wish a performer good luck – synonymous to “break a leg.” Actors, this is your 5 minute call. Chookas, everyone! Fellow blogger and seasoned thespian Master of Something I’ve Yet to Discover gave me her chooka blessing three days ago.
It worked. Thank you!
“Eclipsed,” the dinner theater murder mystery, is over and I survived. Both legs were broken; however, one little rogue pinky toe on my right foot repeated the right line at the wrong time, forgetting that Lady Moon could have died a bit more gracefully. Damn that teflon line! Fortunately, no bachelorette party attendees or cast members were harmed by the pinky toe. I believe the lovely peach-colored margaritas (they matched my dress) that were being consumed helped the audience members (who had no knowledge of the actual script) overcome any slip-ups. The bachelorette party was a fun group – willing to participate in the murder mystery and laugh at Hattie’s comments, Lady Moon’s hysterical death dance, and the ability of Luna to spit a beverage upon the butler. And they loved us, or so they crowed.
I am proud of myself for remembering my first line, not choking, staying in character, and pulling a kleenex out of my bra. Natasha and I were both nervous before the start of the play, but she said it’s normal. She’s done this 100 times and there are always nerves, until you step on stage. Then, it’s theater magic! (Natasha kept telling me) Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.
You were right, Natasha. Even with a blundered line, the show goes on and everyone lives to drink another peach-colored margarita.
As we were sitting at a local restaurant after the end of “Eclipsed,” eating a charbroiled sirloin steak and talking of plants, camping and naughty cats, I felt extremely warm in a joyful, accomplished way. I thanked Natasha again for encouraging me to do something I’ve never done before, to go outside my comfort zone, and for being the best study buddy/guidance counselor/at-home director I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. As I said a few days ago, I want to do this again. And again. And again.
Til next time, cheerio and chookas dahling!
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