To you my mind I will unfold
So in my desire to verbally exorcise yesterday's demons, I never did talk about the fun I had Thursday night. I met Rhonwen, Cristovau, and his girlfriend Robyn for chocolate after they saw Chess. My biggest fear after the play was that, after months of trusting, joking with, venting to, depending on, and caring about these people, we'd turn out to only be "theater friends." You know the type I mean, right? When the pressure of an intense show throws you all together you're inseparable but then, afterwards...you just smile, say hi, and walk on by. I was desperately afraid that since I'm still fairly new in the SCA and fairly young if you were to average out the ages of the Midsummer's actors that I'd end up losing all these people I'd come to adore so quickly. But it turns out I didn't have to worry. They're just as wonderful offstage as on. We traded theater stories and I somehow volunteered myself to sing something during MayDay. Still not quite sure how that happened...*shrug* I love to sing so I'm not really worried.
So anyway, that was fun but then the classroom incident happened yesterday. Afterwards I went out with some friends so we could see Chess ourselves. Despite sitting rather close, I couldn't hear a damn word the actors were singing, either because the orchestra was too close and too loud or because something was off with the mikes. Body mikes always make me a wee bit nervous because you come to depend on them and then you don't project...even though so many things can go wrong with them. The singers were really good though; Anatoly and Florence had very professional, beautiful voices (but Cris, tell Robyn I noticed the missed G note too; he damn near broke the poor thing in half), Freddie was better than I figured he'd be when he first started singing, and I was totally blown away by the power of Svetlana's voice. Damn. But I was most disappointed by the show itself. The plot was flimsy, the characters were underdeveloped, and the dialogue made me want to scream (Florence: "I love you." Anatoly: "This I know." This I know? The hell? People, it was the nineteen-eighties, not the sixteen-eighties. Also, Anatoly, honey, put your hands down. No more gesturing, no more fist-making, no more plaintive reaching, just put them down, dear.) Ah, well. The songs are still really good. And it was unbelievably wonderful to have seven friends who wanted to slog out in the rain with me on a Friday night. Yeah! I have a social life!
And then today was just relaxing. Hung out with my S.O. and...no wait a minute. I have to get this out. I really dislike the phrase "Significant Other" and I don't think I'm going to use it anymore. It sounds like a variable in a chemistry experiment (and, in a metaphorical manner of speaking, I suppose it is) and just feels kind of jarring to me. I'm twenty years old and should not have a problem with calling the poor guy my boyfriend. Anyway, I promised I would not do any work today and take a break and I've done so. I'm going to be an absolute witch tomorrow when I remember everything that needs to get done, but until such time...well baby I'm just gonna go with that flow. :)
So anyway, that was fun but then the classroom incident happened yesterday. Afterwards I went out with some friends so we could see Chess ourselves. Despite sitting rather close, I couldn't hear a damn word the actors were singing, either because the orchestra was too close and too loud or because something was off with the mikes. Body mikes always make me a wee bit nervous because you come to depend on them and then you don't project...even though so many things can go wrong with them. The singers were really good though; Anatoly and Florence had very professional, beautiful voices (but Cris, tell Robyn I noticed the missed G note too; he damn near broke the poor thing in half), Freddie was better than I figured he'd be when he first started singing, and I was totally blown away by the power of Svetlana's voice. Damn. But I was most disappointed by the show itself. The plot was flimsy, the characters were underdeveloped, and the dialogue made me want to scream (Florence: "I love you." Anatoly: "This I know." This I know? The hell? People, it was the nineteen-eighties, not the sixteen-eighties. Also, Anatoly, honey, put your hands down. No more gesturing, no more fist-making, no more plaintive reaching, just put them down, dear.) Ah, well. The songs are still really good. And it was unbelievably wonderful to have seven friends who wanted to slog out in the rain with me on a Friday night. Yeah! I have a social life!
And then today was just relaxing. Hung out with my S.O. and...no wait a minute. I have to get this out. I really dislike the phrase "Significant Other" and I don't think I'm going to use it anymore. It sounds like a variable in a chemistry experiment (and, in a metaphorical manner of speaking, I suppose it is) and just feels kind of jarring to me. I'm twenty years old and should not have a problem with calling the poor guy my boyfriend. Anyway, I promised I would not do any work today and take a break and I've done so. I'm going to be an absolute witch tomorrow when I remember everything that needs to get done, but until such time...well baby I'm just gonna go with that flow. :)