So, I finally have some time to sit at the computer because as I was knitting yesterday, my finger split open. This has been happening to me for a few years now - but it usually happens in the winter when the weather is dry. I get dehydrated & the skin on my fingers just split. It's the weirdest thing I've ever seen & no one else that I know of has this problem. But they're like paper cuts, so it's pretty painful. The one finger I use a lot when knitting is the one that split (it actually split in two places) so I put some tape on it & with the tape, it's incredibly difficult to knit. Eventually, I'll go back to knitting at a snail's pace, but for now, I'd rather take some time to put up a post here.
So I've tokld the story of my breaking my toe. After that, rehearsals were very interesting. The FIRST rehearsal after I broke my toe was not a rehearsal scheduled by the director, but just Will & I trying to make sure we had everything down. We were to perform for the directing class on Monday. The class would give our director feedback after we'd left & she would pass it on to us. Will walked through the blocking while I sat down & recited my lines & visualized the blocking. Eric had come in to watch us, but at one point, Will proclaimed him to be too distracting & he left. But he was standing about outside the door & kept bothering us just to bother us. FInally, when Will was up on the chair, the door cracked open & Will violently turned his head toward the door & yelled the most booming "WHAT?!?!" I've ever heard. And it was some stranger at the door!! He ran out & apologized immediately while Eric laughed his @$$ off 5 feet down the hall. And for the rest of the rehearsal, Will would periodically stop the scene to say, "Man, I can't believe I yelled at that total stranger . . . I feel like such a jerk."
Moanday, I had a bit of a scare as John Glover came inches from walking into the directing classroom. His critiques are so blunt & I don't think my ego could have taken it that day. But it turned out that he was at the wrong classroom. I had a hell of a time because I hadn't rehearsed NOT limping & I apparently didn't know how much storming I did in the scene. By the end of the performance I was almost in tears, but in that way where I laugh instead of cry, so I walked out of the room & giggled my eyes teary & took a rest on a bench in the hall.
The actual performance in the showcase open to the pubnlic was amazing. I had no idea a 7 minute little scene could be so satisfying. And one of my favourite things about theatre is audience reaction. Because our first two performances were in front of people who were looking at it critically, we got maybe a chuckle or two. But this was ridiculous. The laughter alone must've added 3 minutes to the scene.Lines we had forgotten were funny got huge laughs. I had a favourite cluster of moments right in the middle of the scene. At one point, I slowly twisted my face into a number of expressions & managed to keep the laughter alive for a VERY long time before I said my next line. And another favourite is a unified vocal response from the audience. Applause & laughter are wonderful, but it was just thrilling - Will asked why he'd even bothered to become a dentist & I replied with "For the same reason as everyone else. You didn't have the grades for medical school." And the entire audience went OOOHHHHHH! So that was fun. It was my first little bit of stage time & for days afterward people were complimenting me on my performance. A few people were impressed when they saw me grab my cane when the scene was over & the two casting directors for the mainstage who were at the showcase gave me wonderful compliments. AND the directing student who directed me in the scene is directing a SHOW next semester. *crosses fingers*
So here's mother's day. I IMed Brian & asked him to invite her over the night before mother's day. My mother checked with me if she could go see Brian the night before mother's day. With my permission, she cleared out around noon the day before mother's day. Now, that was Saturday. Here's Friday - my last class ended at 11am, so my mother took me home on her lunch break. Early before my first class, I went to the pottery sale, which also had jewelry. The thing about it was that it was a sale of things that the students of certain classes - mostly ceramics - had made over the course of the semester. I found a pair of earrings that were tiny little WORKING clothespins. I put them in a little envelope labeled "C47" to be presented. Between the end of my last class & when my mother picked me up, I bought some strawberries from one of the dining halls on campus - with dining points instead of money in order to stretch my budget as far as possible. I kept the strawberries in my purse until my mother dropped me off at home & left. I called Irene, who came over on the scooter & took me to Michale's to buy white chocolate & dark chocolate. Then we went to my house to make these:
And if you look closely two of them have suspenders. Their names are Mark & John & they are ex-lovers . . . & I'll get to that story later.
My mother always calls before she heads home so this time when she called, I told her that I was JUST about to call her. I told her that Irene was working on a project in her Asian Movement class (TRUE) & that she wanted me to watch it & give her feedback (TRUE - just not right then) so, could Irene pick me up & take me to campus? AND since we were going to see something that night, I should just stay on campus & wait for her. I THINK it was Largo Desolato. So I had all the time I wanted to finish up my little strawberries in tuxedos. And then I could leave them in Irene's fridge in her dorm, so my mother wouldn't find them.
Okay, back to Saturday. She cleared our arund noon & I went up to party city & bought a bag of 72 red balloons & a bag of 72 purple balloons. Red & Purple streamer. A platter for the strawberries. Then I picked up Abby who was going to keep me company. Not necessarily help with anything, just keep me from going insane. And as it happened, she had just gotten laid, so not only was she goofy & grinning aking her little help, she was also tuckered out, making her asleep for a large portion of the afternoon. So while I listened to her story of how her night went, nodding my head & smiling as the clueless virgin I am, we went to Wal-Mart & bought the movie The Mask & went to Superfresh & got 12 roses & more strawberries. Then another stop at Michael's to get more chocolate. Yay. more strawberries (the picture is with the TOTAL number of strawberries)
So then I went home & cleaned the house while Abby slept. When she woke up, she was shocked at how clean the house was - good sign. then I made more strawberries & we started talking about them. I told her aboutthe one strawberry with suspenders. I told her there was one streak & I decided to give his suspenders. Because he was big. NOT fat, but big. Like that guy in Everybody Loves Raymond. Then I named him Mark. At one point, I couldn't resist giving someone else suspenders. So I did. And named him John. And Abby pointed out that they were all men. And she starts saying it's a cocktail party just for guys. And just as she's starting to break down the word 'cocktail' I insist that no, they are not all gay, but some are. And John & Mark are ex-lovers & here with trophy boyfriends to make the other jealous. AT which point Abby insisted on making a girl strawberry. ANd she did. She's wearing a nice little dress on the right side of the platter. It laces up the back. Very lovely.
Then I took Abby back to campus around 10 & picked up Irene who stayed with me while I decorated the lamp & entryway with streamers, blew up balloons & finished crocheting a blanket for her. At 3 am with plenty of balloons left to blow up, we drove up to 7/11 for energy drinks & cigarettes (by the way, I have quit smoking. I stopped after the last final exam. And for the record, I don't see the big deal. Haven't craved a one.) We finished blowing up balloons around 4:30 & got a few hours of sleep before I took Irene back to campus around 8. Then, while I waited for my mother, I took pictures.
This was before she got back . . . you can see my energy drink on the table :)
And the blanket that Irene slept with. I offered her a bed upstairs, I swear. She preferred to sleep on the couch.
This was in my mother's room . . . I just presented the blanket on the bed. SHe didn't see it until much much later . . . I was actually out. But she called my cell phone to thank me.
She loved it all.
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