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hate when i stockpile entire weekends to write about.
i guess maybe thursday is where i left off? another long long rehearsal, followed by survivor, and then by some drinking wherein i funneled for the first time.
then comes friday, i don't remember the day too well. oh wait, yeah I do. AFter class i went and got a haircut and some flowers and some candy canes and some pizza and then i dyed my hair and went shopping with mike and sean. mike dressed us up nice for our big show the next night.
That night. hmm. oh yes, Ocean's 11 with the gang. slick movie. great cast that wasn't trying to outdo each other and julia didn't annoy me half as much as she could have.
that night i went with tim to diana's, where we picked up john and then all went to some party on sutherland. we knew no one there so we stood around in a circle and had funny conversations while drinking free beer. We walked home, tim noticed the edmonds fire drill far before we reached the building and then we hung outside during the drill for a spell. went back upstairs with the damn thing still ringing and then i just put my headphones on and went to bed.
Saturday i slept, set up the cabaret room for the bostonians show. it was cool as hell. we wwere under a canopy of lights that we strung up using a cherry picker, and everything else was totally cool and made us look awesome. then i went home, showered, dressed in my sexy new outfit and headed to the show. from all accounts, it went really really well, which is awesome. i came home afterwards, wrote a little, then kicked it to karleen's mod for the party. also, it had snowed - a lot. the party was great of course, lots of compliments on the outfit, i ran to the chorale party across the way for a quick spell, ate from a captain morgan's snowball, invented the make-out toll, which unfortunately fell flat due to poor signage. the girls from across the hall sans tara made it over and stayed till closing, and the guys came a little later. a successful evening. until about 4:30, 5 or so, when my back and neck were overcome with intense pains that kept me awake till near 7. It wasn't a big deal though, i didn't have to wake up till 10:30.
And that i did, woke up showered, dressed and drove out to foxwoods casino with the group. we were, understandably, all pretty much dead. the first two sets were damn hard. the third set, which began with sean impromptuing us into "santa claus is coming to town" was actually a shitload of fun. the stuff all around the gaming floors seemed really cool and it'd be fun had we stayed last weekend as planned and had a chance to fuck around and explore.
on the drive home katie and i stumbled on to the strangest radio programming ever: muppets, pokemon, a song about monkeys in da house, mr. ed, labyrinth, mr magoo's christmas carol, star wars cantina, squirrels, fish heads - just absolutely bizarre but thoroughly entertaining.
then the simpsons and malcom, moved my car off campus with brenda, then ice cream night, and now this and soon bed.
i have something due at 5pm tomorrow and i'm blatantly ignoring it because it will be easy to write before 5pm tomorrow. and hooray for last day of classes and no more rehearsals till next year.