Babies. Babies, babies, babies. Babies.

That's the main memory from Saturday Morning. Be sure to look out for the four horsemen of the apocolypse. And carry an umbrella in case the skies start raining blood. The University Theatre Alumni have started to procreate. And damn if the babies aren't adorable. Seriously, these babes are ridiculous. So damn cute.

Saturday morning started off with a collective hangover as well a group sigh of relief that the Friday evening event went so well. As we are all amazing actors, we all tried to appear as bright-eyed as possible, especially in front of the aforementioned babies. We didn't want to provide young kids with bad impressions of adults. Although we could tell those babies stories about their parents that would make their hair curl. You all know what I'm talking about. Something about one of the dads present wearing only a censor dot and a dance belt to a pimps and hoes party. And there is so much more that I could discuss, but I'll keep my mouth shut.

In the interest of keeping this entry PG-rated, let me just that we were joined by Baby Dunston, Baby Schladweiller, and Baby Frink. In addition, we had pics of babies Messenheimer and Aldrich. I never saw a photo of little August Aldrich, but I really like his name, and I think that his dad is a cool guy. Therefore, I predict that he'll grow up into a tall Nordic-type fellow who will sing like an angel and have great comic timing. I predict good things for this kid.

The Messenheimer pics were also lovely, although I am wondering if they will have their mother's ability to stage manage a show whilst wearing crotchless panties on their heads. If you don't get that reference, I have two words for you: THE DRUNKARD. (Also known as THE BEST SHOW EVER). If you ever want to hear how the entire cast ended up with a pair of crotchless panties as their opening night gift, give me a call. It's a fun story.

Once again, I am veering off topic, so let's just say that the breakfast was good, and made much better with the introduction of nametags. It got a little dicey on Friday when we couldn't remember people's names anymore. Thankfully, it wasn't a problem this morning, and it gave us the excuse to stare at people's chests while making believe that you were just looking at their nametag. Or was I the only one who did this? Did I just share too much?