This past Friday, Greg and I went to watch the Blue Man Group. Props to my sister for picking up tickets for us.
Anyways, right before the show starts, one of the usher ladies asks me how tall I am.
" 6'1'', " I say. (I'm a shade shorter. At least according to all the tapes measures on the pediatrics ward.)
" You're too tall," she says, and turns to Greg.
" 5'11'', " says Greg.
" How would you like to be in the show? " The lady asks him.
Greg doesn't look overly enthused, but spurred on by my encouragement, he agrees to participate.
Now at this point, as excited as I am for Greg, I must admit I was feeling a litle bit jealous. Before the show, they had been handing out long strips of paper and asking us to make clothing out of it to "Encourage the Blue Men". Most people had made headbands. Greg thought it was silly and had done nothing. I had made a helmet and a safety vest. Certainly, cosmic justice would result in ME being in the show?
Anyways, I won't talk too much about the show because I don't want to spoil it for those who've yet to see it. It was a messy, boisterous affair. Quite entertaining.
As for Greg's part. If you have seen the show, he was chosen as the guy who had to put on the white coveralls and black motorcycle helmet.
If you haven't seen the show, Greg was rushed on stage, summarily abused by Blue Men, and then dismissed.
I laughed like a child.
And I was no longer so envious.
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