Did you do skits as a kid? Me? no. I was shanghai'ed into one or two against my will - but it wasn't something I enjoyed. We didn't do them at our house - just didn't. Too much reclusive introverted blood there.
But it seemed that at least once a week found us out at our cousins in the country. They did skits. A lot. And they seemed to like it. I secretly dreaded when one of them would ask their mother, "what can we do, we're bored" and she would answer, "Hey! Do a skit" and the cousins would run off, excited, "Hey...let's do that one where...." "I want to be grandma this time!" "Can I be the baby" "I want to wear...." and. so. on
But in my head was I wonder if they'd notice I was missing if I sat in the station wagon 'till we go home. Or - doggone it, what is it with these skits??? They better not make me wear that ugly dress again. Aren't skits a sin or something???? rackleschnacklegrumblearghgroan
And we did skits. And they were just lovely if I didn't have to be in them.
And now, thirty some odd years later I still have cousins doing skits. Remember the birthday party this past week? The one with the silly no camera rule? Yeah. That one. They did a funny skit there. Years and years of skit practice makes for some good laughs to a bunch of women in their late 30's and early 40's.
So let me try and write a visual picture. I probably chose this route as a child also. I have a box full of old diaries and notebooks. My cousins acted out, I wrote.
So there we were on Wednesday night - a room full of ladies, most of us have known each other for 30-40 years, so the jokes make sense...they don't need to be explained. And we're chatting, enjoying our cake and icecream. Coffee. Always coffee in a room full of Finns.
And in walks
Beth our hostess. She's wearing a suit dress in mint green that looks oddly like the curtains I remember from my childhood home. One button crooked, nylons rolled at the ankles, one hip higher than the other, an old lady wig and some buck teeth. What impressed me the most was how well she could talk with those buck teeth in. That Beth hostess, she was talented, I'll tell ya that. If you close your eyes real tightly you can almost imagine her, I imagine.... Hey...I'm good
She had some important announcements to make about the birthday girl - we took a little walk down memory lane, and she said that as a special treat....they were going to do a part of a show.
What a show. Complete with the gal
Lynette with knockers. This gal had on a long blond frizzy wig, a pink cardigan, a pair of capris and some high heel shoes. Oh...and she had some headphones on her head because she was important, complete with wires dangling along behind her. She was the prompt girl. She started off the show with those knockers - "Three - One - Two - Roll 'em!" And she'd knock those paper towel rolls together like a live action movie thingiemabob and get that skit started. And she was good - got it started several times just swell.
Beth the hostess then went on some more to talk about the birthday girls pedigree. "ValAdictor.eeeAN!" for instance. Only we screwed that up...I remembered wrong. Debbie was Salutatorian. I never liked that Angie gal that was one point above her much anyway. In our minds, it was Debbie. So as the hostess announced these things, there would be the knocker girl, walking across the stage with her prompts that she had tied ever so handily around her neck. "Laugh loudly!" "clap clap clap" "Act Impressed!"
And we did
Cuz we were impressed
But nobody moreso than me. Thirty years later...I still have cousins doing skits.......