Sidenote: I had some roasted squash and brussels sprouts with lunch today, but that is neither here nor there.
I finally got the baby back to sleep and fell asleep dreaming about Grease Live. I didn't watch it when it aired, but the commercials gave me PTSD. I was in my high school's production of Grease when I was in 10th grade. The director kicked me out five separate times. She never told me which scenes she wanted me in, then she would call my house yelling at me and my mother for "skipping" rehearsal for a scene I was never told I was in. We went back and forth until she realized her mistake and let me back in. Five times. She would also send me home from scenes I was told I was in, because she didn't remember I was in them. I'm pretty good at forgiving people and moving on, but I would still have the urge to smack her square in the face if I ever saw her again.
When I was in South Pacific the following year, I took matters into my own hands and put myself in the scenes I wanted to be in. It was so exhilarating that I kept pushing the limits and wound up giving myself a line as well.
Anyway, the Grease previews took me back to the dark place of 10th grade every time I heard them. Songs I had long suppressed in the basement of my brain came bouncing back when I least expected it. I caught myself doing the hand jive in the shower. I walked around for days muttering "shoo-bop sha wadda wadda yippity boom de boom" so often I finally succumbed and watched it on Apple TV. I was more than happy to replace my high school memories of Grease with a better version.
Though I will add, Boyz II Men had nothing on me in Beauty School Dropout:
That is me, front and center. The girl whose skin blends in with the white dress.
I have never looked better than I did in that moment. Except at 5:30 in the morning, of course.