Happy Bastille Day!
The Utah Festival Uproar's production of Kismet was truly something to behold. Highlights included, but were not limited to:
I had a particularly good time this last weekend up at wellofsilence's condo. He does an exemplary job of playing the host while the rest of us tend to lay in bed or collapse in an alcohol- and thc-induced haze on the couch. Perhaps my favorite moment of the weekend was my asking Nick to "please finish cutting and toasting that bagel on the counter for me." As best I can recall, I really did have the intention of finishing the process myself, but somewhere around getting the bagel about a third of the way sliced, I found the entire experience too overwhelming and returned to the couch to collect myself. Before going up on Friday, I had to go down to Provo to collect dear thetristero who is without transportation. Now, driving to Provo only to turn back around with 15 minutes of getting there is never a very enjoyable experience, but I did have a distinctly better experiece this time around. I really enjoyed the conversation that Kelcie and I had on our way back to Sandy. For all your excentricites, m'dear, I love you.
In the arena of blogging, there are a few thoughts / milestones I'd like to record for my own posterity that I'd rather not have fully public, at least at this point. I guess that's what the "private" setting is for here. I'll make a seperate entry, and maybe if I feel particularly... exhibitionist? (the inverse of voyeuristic but in a psychological way, I suppose)... at some point, I'll make it public.
In any case, happy Bastille Day. Vive le France!
- the set almost falling apart
- the sexless "barbie doll"-style underwear that all the "dancers" wore, and the fact that the crotchal region was painfully visible through their skirts that opened in the front
I had a particularly good time this last weekend up at wellofsilence's condo. He does an exemplary job of playing the host while the rest of us tend to lay in bed or collapse in an alcohol- and thc-induced haze on the couch. Perhaps my favorite moment of the weekend was my asking Nick to "please finish cutting and toasting that bagel on the counter for me." As best I can recall, I really did have the intention of finishing the process myself, but somewhere around getting the bagel about a third of the way sliced, I found the entire experience too overwhelming and returned to the couch to collect myself. Before going up on Friday, I had to go down to Provo to collect dear thetristero who is without transportation. Now, driving to Provo only to turn back around with 15 minutes of getting there is never a very enjoyable experience, but I did have a distinctly better experiece this time around. I really enjoyed the conversation that Kelcie and I had on our way back to Sandy. For all your excentricites, m'dear, I love you.
In the arena of blogging, there are a few thoughts / milestones I'd like to record for my own posterity that I'd rather not have fully public, at least at this point. I guess that's what the "private" setting is for here. I'll make a seperate entry, and maybe if I feel particularly... exhibitionist? (the inverse of voyeuristic but in a psychological way, I suppose)... at some point, I'll make it public.
In any case, happy Bastille Day. Vive le France!