"Pee doesn't come from nowhere. |~~|"
The university had this end of term/year special writing day on yesterday. Pay for a ticket and you get various workshops through the day and an evening of dressing up fancy with wine and hear some people do readings.
It didn't work out that well. I had to do a lot of preparing for it, going to get a couple of presents for my friends, wrapping them, sorting out a separate set of evening-wear clothes to change into at some point, and carry them around with me. Also the day started earlier than any other actual class I've had this term.
But I got in there early, not had much sleep, realised I didn't know where to GO, but I made it there slightly late. I had a workshop on the thinking behind graphic novels first. It was pretty interesting. There were only 5 people there but I figured it was that nobody else was bothered to get out of bed. I don't think I'd go on to take the module on it, although I liked studyng the composition, because they teach you how to write the scripts for you to give to your illustrator and assume you can't draw, and I wouldn't do that. I like figuring out the idea-to-page transition myself, even if the lack of style is detrimental - but I wouldn't do it proessionally either. So.
After that one session Sam had to go to work, and Cairis wasn't even there so I couldn't give her her present. And plus then I was alone. I could have spent the time on a computer but Facebook was down at that time so there was nothing to do.
And my second session was on stand-up comedy, which sounded fun. But guess what. I was the only person who went. Another guy was there at the start but he said he was going to look for the lost participants and then didn't come back. I hadn't met the guy teaching this one before. Quite old and gritty and Australian. He said it was managable to workshop with two people because he needed to play off suggestions, but no, the other guy didn't come back. So I just kinda chatted to him in a vague semlance of not wasting the time, with theories and anecdotes and stuff. Twenty minutes or so and then we just left.
I started to wander around, checked every cafeteria for their menu, now having more time than I thought for lunch. The last workshop was on writing erotic scenes, and Sam said I had to sign up for it too because it would be funny, and she wasn't even there, so I decided I'd stopped caring and I left. Still carrying around my extra bag of evening clothes. I would have had to wait for 3 or 4 hours until the evening event and I didn't even have anybody around to talk to or stay in a room with. There was just no point. Nobody else seemed to be bothering, and at least I tried. I hadn't been looking forward to spenting an entire (mostly bored) 12 hours there anyway.
Page 38 though.