yes this is what acs does in such an esteemed venue as the esplanade -- choose the most unphotogenic corner (in this case, a backstage emergency exit), huddle together and let 'er rip. or at least the soprano 1s did. from left: perpetually sleeping jett, round and giggly liz, plain old me, boobic beauty elaine and hyperactive nutcase stalee.
but here's the token boyf photo anyway. elaine took it on the bus to the airport monday night, right after our concert.
marlon has become such a tour fixture that mimi gave him his own official acs count-off number in lah-lah land (# 35). see, i finally got him to wear pink (also got him to wear subtle embossed florals); i think he kind of likes it now. and he looks cuter than me here. hmpf.
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