I'm in a play right now and we had whopping wardrobe malfunctions onstage on Friday. Someone blamed Friday the 13th...
My HS graduation was on Friday the 13th and a fire broke out behind the graduation right after I walked, and we had sooooooo many throwable items that were smuggled in...
@elsa The issue is that in the second act, Evita is literally dressed onstage in public. She sprained her wrist this week so we had to do stuff like drop the fancy gloves in one scene, move her bracelet to the other wrist, the costume designer had to let out the sleeves, etc.
Specifically on Friday, (a) the skirt zipper broke and they just had to button it at the top and then luckily the jacket covered it up, and (b) we had necklace trouble again. The jewelry in this show is a problem, as most of it has broken after a few wearings. We're on bracelet #2 and I've lost track of the necklaces we've gone through.
In this case, Evita is supposed to take off her necklace while sitting at her vanity and she realized during the show "oops, I can't do this one-handed." So the girl who was supposed to put on her next necklace was trying to wrestle them both, and they wouldn't come off and got tangled in the wig...someone finally just walked up and YANKED it off.
Ok, so I’m 5 days late. I’m not superstitious about Friday the 13th.
This past Friday was very busy for me, communication wise. I had lunch with my college alum, just four of us. We tried to catch up with each other. That night my uncle sent an email in response to a question I’d sent his way several days earlier. (Maybe it’s in the family to wait 5 days to respond.) He asked for a phone call. His wife later called to correct one item. Now I know the location of my father’s birthplace. He was born in his grandfather’s home. At that time, 102 years ago, it was customary for births to occur in the mother’s mother’s home. In my dad’s case, he was born in his father’s father’s home.
In summary, my Friday the 13th was spend in memory lane.