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Monday, August 11, 2003 @ 7:05 PM
From Inside, As Well
Three Days of Rain has ended. The Saturday and Sunday night shows were not nearly as well attended as Opening Night - we dwindled down to about twenty-five for closing night. And then disasters struck. Justin broke a door - not the one we built, but one that was already existent in the Coffeehouse. We lost an entire power strip for two minutes. Will forgot to light the scene of Steve thrashing through the rain. But, hey, c'est la vie, indie. On the plus side, Sunday night's audience was the most responsive, and I got some really positive feedback - and some not so positive feedback, but honestly? Anyone who didn' t love this show can fuck themselves, for serious. Strike was relatively painless. I still need to pick up the kitchen unit and clean out the sink with paint thinner, and return the key to the University Heights Church. Awards Night is going to be on Wednesday - if only I could find those ballots we made... =(
Last night the cast party turned into what I had been aiming for in the hotel - an epic monstrosity. This morning, we carried six bags of trash to the parking lot and then Stephanie swept up the crumbled crackers. I think I might someday write a play about the party last night. Just because it was so weird and I got the story in pieces. Like... Dan and Justin L. left on bikes to buy butter, cheese, and a spatula. Later, he made and sold grilled cheese sandwiches to the party guests. Willy W. hit on Katie Sans Pie and she fled in terror, forgetting her zombie game. Stephanie put make-up on David J. and then he tried to molest her while Bobnoxious threw up in the bathroom.
Sunday morning, I woke up with a black eye - well, actually, it was red. It later turned an odd shade of lavendar. I have no idea where it came from. David J. licked it, and it mysteriously got better. Today when I woke up, my eye wasn't swolen at all, but I found a gigantic bruise on my left thigh. Where the hell do these injuries keep coming from? Stephanie made breakfast for Bob and I, and then Josh showed up completely out of nowhere. I went with him the post office, and then I bought him a tank of gas as part of a Reality Bites style revenge plot (ask me). Then Erin showed up - also completely out of nowhere. Unfortunately, she was only in town for about an hour, but she'll be back on Saturday for move-in. We're already making lists of movies we want to rent and stuff we want to do.
Before I leave for New York, this is what I want to accomplish: * Go camping (or at least get together with friends and burn stuff) * Play Monopoly * Yell at David Robinson (or at least write him a scornful letter) * Collect and pay off all my debts (Krystal & Steph owe me, I owe Steve Vittitoe) * Get back The Usual Suspects from Bob and burn The Wallflower Mix for Paige * Get the Director Application form finished and put it on the Not My Shoes site * Make a collage * Write to Tessa * Have the ISU Crew over for spaghetti * See The Life of David Gale and Bowling for Columbine
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