Before leaving for
Mark's party last night, I stopped by Regal to see if I was working today or tomorrow as I was unable to check before leaving for the Ohio thing. As I might have guessed, I was put on for every day that I had asked for off three weeks ago and neither of the days I could work. I almost was able to duck out without Walter seeing me, but he saw me and I had to explain my absence. But Walter's the good, understanding manager and he was cool with it. I hope this stops happening.
So Ian and I got to the party, without, to Mark's surprise, hydroplaning into the Connecticut River. I wasn't sure what to expect at first. What YPI-ers would be there? Was Sara coming? Would I know anyone else?
Sadly, Sara wasn't there; I don't think I've seen her since Compchorea; I honestly don't remember her being at Pippin, but I don't remember her not being there. Admittedly, I was more concerned with another audience member who was there...
But Danielle was there! and Helena! and Ben! and Hanna! and Wyatt! and (the other) Sara! (and, as I already said, Ian was there) I just have to say that the party was exactly what I needed (as, indeed, the entire YPI experience has been). We hung out, shot the shit, danced the Rock Lobster. And this may not seem like much to non-YPI-ers (if any read this) but it was amazing and wonderful and sad and perfect. I got pictures of
Helena, who somehow I didn't take any of at camp (sorry, now it's fixed).
On the way back, I realized why I was so insistant about Helena coming back next year. It's not just that she's a really nice, talented, wonderful girl I wish I had gotten to know better. I think she needs YPI. I'm not good at reading people, but I think different people need YPI at different levels. I can say that I don't know where I would be without YPI; it's given me everything. And somehow, I think it's the same with her. But I don't know.