Othello was great. Not only were the performances supple and nuanced, but Ginny's one-woman design effort (costumes/lighting/set) was a triumph. It's hard for me to say all the stress she went through was worth it--like how Jesus learned a lot from crucifixion--but man, she's good. Colour me proud. The price may have been unfair for her, but for quality product who's complaining? She's so ready for bigger things.
So you see then, I was out tonight at the theatre. Afterwards we went out with the cast and company for drinks, and closed a bar near the venue before making the long trek back to the boonies.
When I dragged myself into my apartment I heard my cellphone make its "message" beep, and I went over to check it as I had forgotten to take it with me this morning on account of it needing a charging since dying yesterday. I felt like a doofus for not having remembered to take it, but there really wasn't any reason I needed it: I have a direct line at the office, and I could walk to the theatre in 10 minutes from there. No cellphone: no problem.
I had 5 new messages on both the cellphone and my house line. That's my monthly average.
The last time I talked to Siv about Prom, we'd decided that with all her transportation plans falling through we'd do best to just let it lie and hang out together some other time. Just wasn't meant to be, so that's that. She did mention thinking she'd drive out herself, but man, that's a long drive. Who needs that? You're right, she said. Trip postponed.
After listening to all 5 messages and moaning in sympathetic agony all the way through, except for the parts where I noted to no one in particular that I don't have call display and would appreciate hearing a phone number, I flew downstairs and scoured the parking lot--slowly, carefully; I'd forgotten my glasses upstairs--for a Saturn with Maryland plates.
Found one right away. As I was scrutinizing the mess in the back seat it started to move and take the shape of a bedraggled-looking creature I recognized as my dear impulsive pal, Siv.
I've come home to hungry dogs with full bladders* who've been less glad to see me.
*Siv has been reticent about how she dealt with this issue during the 5 hours she waited for Ginny and I to come home.
So you see then, I was out tonight at the theatre. Afterwards we went out with the cast and company for drinks, and closed a bar near the venue before making the long trek back to the boonies.
When I dragged myself into my apartment I heard my cellphone make its "message" beep, and I went over to check it as I had forgotten to take it with me this morning on account of it needing a charging since dying yesterday. I felt like a doofus for not having remembered to take it, but there really wasn't any reason I needed it: I have a direct line at the office, and I could walk to the theatre in 10 minutes from there. No cellphone: no problem.
I had 5 new messages on both the cellphone and my house line. That's my monthly average.
The last time I talked to Siv about Prom, we'd decided that with all her transportation plans falling through we'd do best to just let it lie and hang out together some other time. Just wasn't meant to be, so that's that. She did mention thinking she'd drive out herself, but man, that's a long drive. Who needs that? You're right, she said. Trip postponed.
After listening to all 5 messages and moaning in sympathetic agony all the way through, except for the parts where I noted to no one in particular that I don't have call display and would appreciate hearing a phone number, I flew downstairs and scoured the parking lot--slowly, carefully; I'd forgotten my glasses upstairs--for a Saturn with Maryland plates.
Found one right away. As I was scrutinizing the mess in the back seat it started to move and take the shape of a bedraggled-looking creature I recognized as my dear impulsive pal, Siv.
I've come home to hungry dogs with full bladders* who've been less glad to see me.
*Siv has been reticent about how she dealt with this issue during the 5 hours she waited for Ginny and I to come home.
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i didn't even realize it was you until i was addressing the envelope.
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