Our Town
So, apparently I went out for the middle school/upper school play tonight, which happens to be Our Town. I know, kids. Not to mention I am at least 3 years older than anyone else in the production. Slightly awkward there. But oddly not as much as I thought it would be. Katie Hendrix was pretty much on her knees begging me to audition because she didn't want to be alone, and she feels like she has to do it for college apps. So what the hell? I filled out a sheet. I did a scene with a girl named Chloe with me as Mrs. Webb and her as Emily. I pantomimed scrambling an egg. I made up a character who then had to be drunk, but somewhat trying to hide it (I decided my name was Wendy, and I just wasn't good enough to hold my man...but I'm over it! I'm livin' life...WAAAAH). I sang the last part in a round of Row Your Boat (or at least that's what happened, because I was the only person singing at a normal volume in my group). And my sister told me Wells said I was a good actress. That's kind of funny. He's a total ham. He managed to make pantomiming use of a laptop look subversive. She also said Alan (our director) looked at me with a pretty keen eye when I crouched down with my hands on my head at the "cocktail party." Things look good. I'm almost certainly going to wind up being someone's mother, but this a good thing, because being Emily...and answering to a 13 year old mother...would be weird. I'm not actually aiming at any particular role. My guess (for the sake of fun predictions) is Mrs. Webb. We'll see.
In other news: I slept over at Christine's last night. Good times. I met Otter all grown up (last time I saw her, I was feeding her from a bottle, and she looked like guinea pig). Christine has me create a character for myself on Warcraft...apparently she and the Grimsley-graduated Quakers are addicted. Like geek crack. She was on there for the entirety of Say Anything, "running" with them while they actually conversed with mics. That was a little eerie...to hear Thomas MacDonald's voice coming from the computer, talking about gaining various virtual items with the attack of a new foe. So yeah, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Say Anything, and Stage Beauty...Christine is now as much in love with Stage Beauty as I am. We were, admittedly, in a slightly altered state. But it was quite pleasant. In the morning, she delivered me to school a little late (we fell back asleep after the alarm). I met a guy named Nick at Tate Street Coffee around 1. We hadn't met previously, and my mom was having visions of 34 year old child molesters. *eye roll* I'm a very careful internet user. He's my age, he used to go to Southeast, and now he's at UNCG. Even has a sort of girlfriend. No skeeze. Not to mention meeting in a very public place in daylight. Anyway, that was a very nice chat, and we'll definitely hang out again. When he left, I headed over to Sisters and bought a really flattering brown dress half off and a pair of hoops earrings with, like, crocheted or knitted thingies in the middle.
I always feel the need to document a solidly good day. It reminds me that I have them.
In other news: I slept over at Christine's last night. Good times. I met Otter all grown up (last time I saw her, I was feeding her from a bottle, and she looked like guinea pig). Christine has me create a character for myself on Warcraft...apparently she and the Grimsley-graduated Quakers are addicted. Like geek crack. She was on there for the entirety of Say Anything, "running" with them while they actually conversed with mics. That was a little eerie...to hear Thomas MacDonald's voice coming from the computer, talking about gaining various virtual items with the attack of a new foe. So yeah, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Say Anything, and Stage Beauty...Christine is now as much in love with Stage Beauty as I am. We were, admittedly, in a slightly altered state. But it was quite pleasant. In the morning, she delivered me to school a little late (we fell back asleep after the alarm). I met a guy named Nick at Tate Street Coffee around 1. We hadn't met previously, and my mom was having visions of 34 year old child molesters. *eye roll* I'm a very careful internet user. He's my age, he used to go to Southeast, and now he's at UNCG. Even has a sort of girlfriend. No skeeze. Not to mention meeting in a very public place in daylight. Anyway, that was a very nice chat, and we'll definitely hang out again. When he left, I headed over to Sisters and bought a really flattering brown dress half off and a pair of hoops earrings with, like, crocheted or knitted thingies in the middle.
I always feel the need to document a solidly good day. It reminds me that I have them.