I try *so* hard not to blow out what little voice I have, and then the participants-only Postcards show comes on and I laugh so much, I make myself hoarse. Curse you, Diana, and your brilliantly funny script.
Despite my corset woes, it was a darned fine weekend. I liked the singing and the dancing and the being in the window and the chilling with the homies. But now I am ready to sleeeeeeep.