Spiders & Plays
Friday, September 11th 2009 at 10:58pm
This morning Porcupine left at nine in the morning without saying goodbye or anything, and I woke like half an hour later all disconcerted. And then Wolf was supposed to visit but couldn't because he had to wait for some people to pick up this pet-kitten that Mouse and him had to get rid of. And then I didn't go to yoga because I was feeling tired and loopy, which was undoubtedly the result of lack of food, since I've been out of food again these past couple of days. But the day took a definite turn for the better around 6pm or so when I got some really good drawing in, and Angelfish called me to ask what I was up to.
Angelfish asked me if I wanted to see a play or something. Since I'm not at all part of the theater community I really had no idea what sort of play she might mean or anything, so when she asked me what sort of play I might like I just said to pick something out.
So she took me to this nifty little theater where there was a play showing that was the Sandman and Sigmund Freud somehow put together. It was a very eerie play about the feeling of things not being in place. And the play very much gave off that feeling too. It was very well done.
It was actually a short play - only fifty minutes, but there was a reception after, and both her and I are chatter boxes and mingle well, so we ended up chatting with people for a long time. And Panther was there - an awesome older guy from my Writer's Group, as well as this nice girl whom I've met twice before - once at a local band's performance (at the Unitarian church), and the first time was when I saw her perform on the viola at the Open Mic at the Shitaki Yoga place. And Angelfish knew Panther as well, and Panther and the girl also knew each other, so it was really an interesting social interaction.
But I have this pounding headache from the performance. The opening was really cool - it was pitch black and a guy lights a lighter to light his cigar, and you can almost see his face but not quite as he's doing this. And he sparks it up several times before the stage lights come on. But he continues to smoke the cigar throughout the play, so I've had this pounding headache ever since, that I've been pretending not to have, and smiling so hard my cheeks hurt, heh.
Ah, and my zinc oxide power has come in the mail... I just now opened the box. The stuff for filling cavities, but the clove oil hasn't come yet, so I'm still just brushing a lot... And out of tooth paste... Grrr. It drives me batty that Porcupine uses my tooth paste this morning when he clearly can see there is only this tiny bit left.
Although this evening was great, I'm left with an overdose of foreboding due to an insane placement and quantity of spiders that nobody noticed but me. The first one I noticed dangling just a few inches above my own height when we first entered the reception, and then Angelfish stepped right in front of it, which was a little disconcerting in and of itself. And then, when I was talking to the young woman who plays viola (who I can never remember the name of) and one dropped down about two feet behind her and just a few inches above height level yet again, just above four people in a tight knot who didn't notice at all. And then another crawled on the window behind Angelfish's head while she was talking to me in her car, and then another across the windshield.
Porcupine is on his way here now, and due to the spiders I feel like I should walk and speak as if I'm on several inches of broken glass with thin-soled shoes.