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Ha! My ling paper wasn't due till tonight at midnight, but I am glad I don't have to do it now. Both Ling classes were kind of over my head this morning (I need to start keeping up with the readings, now that I have both books), and I didn't pass out of Aural Skills this week (stupid V42/ii ruined my life), so, ew for the morning. But I got through Rep without falling asleep, and found out the scenes were posted before Chorale, and exclaim with Zach about how cool it's going to be. My day was much improved by Chorale, when I got to sit next to both Dan, who was in quite the mood, and Jacob, whose glasses prescription, I discovered, must be identical to mine. He kindly let me wear them for most of the rehearsal, and it was interesting in several other ways to sit by him in Chorale, not the least of which is his uncanny lack of sight reading mistakes.
I was home for a very short while before Stephan came to get me, and we managed a Lord John Marbury before he panicked about being late to Ben's basketball game. We got to the lot half an hour before the game was due to start, and ended up killing time singing rounds till it was time to venture bravely into the depths of Autry, where neither of us had set foot. It was a harrowing experience; I got lost in the locker rooms on the way to the East Court (at least I think that's where it was), and tried to hide in the basement to escape into what looked like steam tunnels, but Stephan was having none of it; we were there for Ben, so into the big and frighteningly prisonlike hall we went, drab brick, tile, and wall alarms everywhere. We finally crept hesitantly into the court where Ben was going to play, and saw a few familiar people, and were reassured.
Neither of us knows the rules or conventions of basketball, but we were making pretty good progress learning by observation till Bryan showed up (he arrived late and left early, just like him, the unsupportive bastard) and explained the more obscure things to us. I'm sure there are still huge gaps in our understanding, but we could tell how badly we were losing by the time we lost. It's okay; we declared Brown's team winners by the merit of its vehement supporters; we were few, true, but we hate sports and came anyway, just for Ben, while Sid's fans came and went like mayflies. The other reason we decided Brown deserved credit for a win on this one was that one player was, as Stephan put it, aesthetically coherent. He was a big poser, and could hardly play at all, but he walked and acted and looked like a basketball player, and (Stephan's words) glistened instead of perspiring. He had the whole black hair/pale skin thing going for him, and ran relatively fast, and had some scars underneath his jersey, and that was enough for Stephan.
So that was the first basketball game I'd been to since fourth grade, and the one in fourth grade was because my friend was on the team (though it was the same team as the daughter of Rhea Perlman and Danny Devito). I felt almost as stupid as I felt when Stephen Whitfield, sports writer for the Thresher, had to explain the rules of football to me (several times). However, it was for Ben. And I will probably go to more, for Ben.
He and Stephan are off to the library soon; I'll probably crash at home, despite the Studio 60 on tape, because I am a wimp and my Ling homework is not due till Wednesday.
ETA 11:40: I couldn't resist the lure of the Studio, and it did not disappoint.
I was home for a very short while before Stephan came to get me, and we managed a Lord John Marbury before he panicked about being late to Ben's basketball game. We got to the lot half an hour before the game was due to start, and ended up killing time singing rounds till it was time to venture bravely into the depths of Autry, where neither of us had set foot. It was a harrowing experience; I got lost in the locker rooms on the way to the East Court (at least I think that's where it was), and tried to hide in the basement to escape into what looked like steam tunnels, but Stephan was having none of it; we were there for Ben, so into the big and frighteningly prisonlike hall we went, drab brick, tile, and wall alarms everywhere. We finally crept hesitantly into the court where Ben was going to play, and saw a few familiar people, and were reassured.
Neither of us knows the rules or conventions of basketball, but we were making pretty good progress learning by observation till Bryan showed up (he arrived late and left early, just like him, the unsupportive bastard) and explained the more obscure things to us. I'm sure there are still huge gaps in our understanding, but we could tell how badly we were losing by the time we lost. It's okay; we declared Brown's team winners by the merit of its vehement supporters; we were few, true, but we hate sports and came anyway, just for Ben, while Sid's fans came and went like mayflies. The other reason we decided Brown deserved credit for a win on this one was that one player was, as Stephan put it, aesthetically coherent. He was a big poser, and could hardly play at all, but he walked and acted and looked like a basketball player, and (Stephan's words) glistened instead of perspiring. He had the whole black hair/pale skin thing going for him, and ran relatively fast, and had some scars underneath his jersey, and that was enough for Stephan.
So that was the first basketball game I'd been to since fourth grade, and the one in fourth grade was because my friend was on the team (though it was the same team as the daughter of Rhea Perlman and Danny Devito). I felt almost as stupid as I felt when Stephen Whitfield, sports writer for the Thresher, had to explain the rules of football to me (several times). However, it was for Ben. And I will probably go to more, for Ben.
He and Stephan are off to the library soon; I'll probably crash at home, despite the Studio 60 on tape, because I am a wimp and my Ling homework is not due till Wednesday.
ETA 11:40: I couldn't resist the lure of the Studio, and it did not disappoint.
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Also, I know all the rules of basketball and can explain gently.
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