A Good Day
Today has been lovely. At midnight I was at Seth Flaxman's with a bunch of College Democrats. The Dems are really good people, and I am happy that I spent what will probably be my last party at Columbia with them. After that a few of us went to Tom's for grilled cheese and milkshakes, and it would have been perfect but for seeing a rat run into a sewer on the way there. We came back here, I went to bed at about 3 (after some lovely drunk-dials with Dean) and woke up at about 7. I made pancakes, then I went to a lovely service at Saint John the Divine Cathedral. The theme of the sermon was tolerance within the Christianity and the woman was emphatic that we needed more of it. Then I went to Stroko's for pizza, and then down to Lincoln Center to see the NYC Ballet perform "A Midsummer Night's Dream." I got there early and was lucky to find a street fair, where I purchased some headbands and a crepe and generally enjoyed my very stereotypically New York experience. The Ballet was amazing. The fairies were all played by students at the American Ballet Academy who were very good, but I felt compelled to feed them. My 12 dollar student-rush ticket got me into the second row, so I could hear when they went into a giggle fit. The dancers were amazing and the orchestra was terrific. After that, I came back to campus and Jen and I went to see Anthony Rapp (the original Mark in Rent) speak about his book. You could tell that he really cared about Rent, Jonathan Larson, the original cast, the fans, etc. He was adorable and passionate, and I loved him. We bought books (hardback for $10, no less) and had them signed. He talked about living with Jesse L. Martin and Adam Pascal during the film shooting, and about what happened to the cast after Larson died. I nearly cried three times. This was a great way to end the small party I've had since turning in my last paper. Tomorrow, I begin studying for finals. May 11th I'm finished. May 16 I graduate. After Memorial Day I begin at the Treasurer's Office, and in August I start at Michigan. (I write all of this now, because what is the likelihood I'll write about it later? Let's not kid ourselves). Life is good.