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first off, I'd like to wish everyone a happy Pi(e) day!
suitingly, today was a day of gluttony, I experienced gluttony twice today, once watching people eat $30 worth of pie with their hands behind their backs, and again tonight filling myself up with about $200 worth of food (but I'll get to that later).
Today was the bike trip meeting, I saw a lot of people come that I really didn't know biked. Needless to say, Spain was a big hit, but of course ana was advocating the Yucatan trip which now that I think about it, would be waaay too hot. After that was the pie eating contest, which had so many people standing on one of the tables it actually collapsed. Eddie won, with shirt off he ran to the bathroom to cough up blood, because apparently he's allergic to peaches. then during h block, I had some good laughs sitting in the hallway with jordan & co. barefoot, throwing grapes from david rodriguez's luch at each other.
unfortunately I couldn't go to frisbee because I'm the lead in a play (d'oh!) first rehearsal after the readthrough and Violet's already blocking us and making us do accents. I'm in 80% of the reheasals scheduled, which means less frisbee for me :( but I guess I should be happy. also, peter causey is little more than a slightly milder version of matthew macinnes, and as I tell everyone I know liberally, I HATE matthew macinnes with a violent passion. peter, like matt, forgets that people can regulate themselves, so he feels the need to tell you precisly how to do every little thing , even if you messed it up a tiny bit. he's more a director than the director!
if you don't know, my mom is the director of the clarendon alliance. it sounds glitsy but it's just some community nonprofit. if any of you are familiar with clarendon day or the mardi gras parade or the bike race, that's all the alliance's doing. she hasn't exactly gotten paid yet, but it gives our federal lawyer family a foot in the door of the higher eschelons of washington area society. so anyway, when I got home, I'm sitting on the couch watching the simpsons, when my mom asks if I want to go to this hotel opening in Ballston where they have free lobster and sushi. not one to say no to free lobster or sushi, I put on my nice black shit and tucked it into my jeans. turns out it's for a westin, which is in the nice, new complex that you see when you're getting off 66, really outstanding architecture. so we arrive there, they have valet parking, doormen (whom I noticed were all black), and concierges. we take the elevator to the second floor where we find a large, open buffet of meats and cheeses and fruits, but that's not even inside the ballroom, where the opening was being held, the entire center was taken up by a large square of tables, lined with every modern delicacy imaginable, all attended to by chefs, and supplied by an endless line of waiters coming from the kitchens. I helped myself to filet mignon, porkchops, oyster mushrooms, crab cakes, lobster (which doesn't taste nearly as good in the ballroom of a plush hotel as it does sitting at a picnic table overlooking a harbor in maine), seabass, sushi and quail (wow look at me, I'm so sophisticated). eating about 3 platefuls next to a pair of men of debatable sexuality, needless to say, it was the most fun I've had in a while. when I got home, in my shirt pocket I had a bunch of these really good raisins and 3 napkin fulls of different types of salts that are probably worth more per gram than cocaine. I reflected on the fact that we got all that good food for free, and I loved my mother much much more.
I found on my desk a play mark twain wrote in the later part of his life. it's a comedy, set in paris. it isn't very long, and when I'm done reading it, I might direct it next year. so far, mark has written in most of the blocking for you, so it wouldn't be too difficult.
suitingly, today was a day of gluttony, I experienced gluttony twice today, once watching people eat $30 worth of pie with their hands behind their backs, and again tonight filling myself up with about $200 worth of food (but I'll get to that later).
Today was the bike trip meeting, I saw a lot of people come that I really didn't know biked. Needless to say, Spain was a big hit, but of course ana was advocating the Yucatan trip which now that I think about it, would be waaay too hot. After that was the pie eating contest, which had so many people standing on one of the tables it actually collapsed. Eddie won, with shirt off he ran to the bathroom to cough up blood, because apparently he's allergic to peaches. then during h block, I had some good laughs sitting in the hallway with jordan & co. barefoot, throwing grapes from david rodriguez's luch at each other.
unfortunately I couldn't go to frisbee because I'm the lead in a play (d'oh!) first rehearsal after the readthrough and Violet's already blocking us and making us do accents. I'm in 80% of the reheasals scheduled, which means less frisbee for me :( but I guess I should be happy. also, peter causey is little more than a slightly milder version of matthew macinnes, and as I tell everyone I know liberally, I HATE matthew macinnes with a violent passion. peter, like matt, forgets that people can regulate themselves, so he feels the need to tell you precisly how to do every little thing , even if you messed it up a tiny bit. he's more a director than the director!
if you don't know, my mom is the director of the clarendon alliance. it sounds glitsy but it's just some community nonprofit. if any of you are familiar with clarendon day or the mardi gras parade or the bike race, that's all the alliance's doing. she hasn't exactly gotten paid yet, but it gives our federal lawyer family a foot in the door of the higher eschelons of washington area society. so anyway, when I got home, I'm sitting on the couch watching the simpsons, when my mom asks if I want to go to this hotel opening in Ballston where they have free lobster and sushi. not one to say no to free lobster or sushi, I put on my nice black shit and tucked it into my jeans. turns out it's for a westin, which is in the nice, new complex that you see when you're getting off 66, really outstanding architecture. so we arrive there, they have valet parking, doormen (whom I noticed were all black), and concierges. we take the elevator to the second floor where we find a large, open buffet of meats and cheeses and fruits, but that's not even inside the ballroom, where the opening was being held, the entire center was taken up by a large square of tables, lined with every modern delicacy imaginable, all attended to by chefs, and supplied by an endless line of waiters coming from the kitchens. I helped myself to filet mignon, porkchops, oyster mushrooms, crab cakes, lobster (which doesn't taste nearly as good in the ballroom of a plush hotel as it does sitting at a picnic table overlooking a harbor in maine), seabass, sushi and quail (wow look at me, I'm so sophisticated). eating about 3 platefuls next to a pair of men of debatable sexuality, needless to say, it was the most fun I've had in a while. when I got home, in my shirt pocket I had a bunch of these really good raisins and 3 napkin fulls of different types of salts that are probably worth more per gram than cocaine. I reflected on the fact that we got all that good food for free, and I loved my mother much much more.
I found on my desk a play mark twain wrote in the later part of his life. it's a comedy, set in paris. it isn't very long, and when I'm done reading it, I might direct it next year. so far, mark has written in most of the blocking for you, so it wouldn't be too difficult.