24 April 2006

slumber party hour

so this weekend was rather unproductive for the most part. first, we had children's theatre. it went swimmingly. (literally. it was about a bunch of ducks.) i thought it was hands-down the funniest CT show. i loved the geese. ("you have copious amounts of foliage in your aviation headgear...you've got big leaves in your goggles!!!") the show was especially amusing thursday night, due to the fact that i watched it sitting behind clint, ziders, and scarps giggling. oh, how i love the buffaloes. though i have to admit that i was giggling when dan popped up out of the nest looking like an exploded pillow with big feathers sticking out of his sweater vest.

i was kind of sad friday night, because i realized it was my last mainstage show. so weird. i was getting nostalgic and thinking back through all the shows i've done here. 23 productions so far, with one more coming. that theatre has been my life. i don't know what i'm going to do with myself next year.

friday after the show shelly and i and various assorted alumni went out to kings. due to rising gas prices (and us being lazy) we went to the one by the outlets, instead of where we normally go. we decided that this was a much more upscale kings. either that, or because they didn't know us, they didn't immediately stick us in the back room. [on a side note, i just squashed a bug on my computer screen. not a good idea, for the record. it will leave a lovely streak.] as a result, i proceeded to make a complete fool of myself by laughing so hard i couldn't breathe at a message left on caitlin's cell phone by stephen, her 5+1 year old brother (thus called because, according to him, "five was a very good year", so he doesn't want to be referred to as six years old). he didn't introduce himself or say hello, just launched immediately into the captain hook song from "peter pan". this was cute, but not uproariously funny. what set me off was that he followed the song with an orc yell, which sounded like a combination of a gutteral growl, a rottweiler's bark, and a belch. i was not expecting this, and for some reason i just found it really funny. blame it on lack of sleep. so here i am, giggling uncontrollably, with caitlin smacking me to get me to breathe. i sit up from where i was doubled over, turn sideways, and send my full glass of water flying across the table into brian. this just set me off even more. the waitress came up, and everybody was just like, "ignore her. she's crazy." no, the crazy thing is that i've heard that message three other times since then, and i still laugh every time. though i've managed to not spill anymore beverages.

saturday started bright and early with set strike. it was my last one. kinda made me sad. but not really. i got my scenic stuff done, then wandered around and took a bunch of pictures. the highlight of the morning was when i looked into the set shop, and witnessed the removal of what appeared to be a giant roll of toilet paper from the loft. like, six feet long. i think it was plastic sheeting, but it looked for all intents and purposes like a huge roll of charmin. lunch involved getting free hard plastic cups from pepsi. who knows? then it was outlets time with caitlin and rainey. i got new black shoes, seeing as mary forbid me from wearing my others ever again, some khakis (yay for the dickies outlet!), macbeth for $1, shower gift for rachel, and a miniature shopping cart, complete with a fold up seat and working wheels. caitlin got one too. i don't know why we did. we just thought they were fun. they are supposed to go on a kitchen counter or something and hold fruit.

i returned to my room after dinner to find my roommate at war with a very, very large bumblebee in her closet. he had flown in through the screen-less (growl) windows and didn't want to leave any time soon. after excessive amounts of squealing, running away through rachel's room, waving pizza boxes, and swatting with a rolled-up newspaper, we sent him to his doom. "doom" happened to be my roommate and a birkenstock sandal. that set the evening off to a rather unproductive start, as evidenced by the fact that we spent three hours trying on dresses and doing trial runs of our hair for the gala. at one point, rachel was in pajamas, i was wearing dickies with my hair up in a formal style, and megan was running around in a prom dress. it was fun, though, especially since we watched sixteen candles that night. (the churro a.k.a. roommate had to for film class.) completely unrealistic, but i love it anyway.

and at dinner chris the major-general told me that i am a scorpion, because he's afraid that if he married me, i would kill him. i should have paid more attention in the third grade when my mother told me to stop beating up the boys.

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