![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Despite the assurance from my Archi professor that I can still turn in the homeworks due two weeks ago, despite Tim's very capable shoulder massage skills, despite my lack of immediate doom, and despite the therapeutic and relaxing impromptu ice cream party last night after a long, discouraging rehearsal and a production meeting... I am still sickeningly nervous about missing tonight's final rehearsal. And about life in general. I seem to have acquired some semipermanent anxiety.
Rehearsal was going decently, performance onstage and block movement rather well (Judas in particular was more committed than I'd ever seen him), but there were massive uncertainties in the orchestra and an ego explosion in the band that I thought might lose us our (very, very good) guitarist. Oh, and Caroline fell off the stage and hit her head.
So Colin, Tim, Peter, Liang, Stephan and I hung out and discussed things until we couldn't stand it, and went to pick up Joodles from Lovett. He didn't seem to be there, so we went on an epic quest, even pillaging the Archi studios in search of him, before going back to Kroger for ice cream buckets and my house for spoons and Kahlua (which Rebecca had discovered among our counter of flavorings, who knew?). We left increasingly incoherent messages on Joodles's phone during this process, and went back to Lovett to check one last time, and his roommate answered the door and said he was asleep. I conferred with Stephan, who said to wake him up. Colin tapped him gently on the shoulder, and he sighed and withdrew slightly in the most endearing manner known to humankind, and then agreed to come with us.
Seven people in Stephan's car is a tight fit, but it's about the happiest I've ever been in a car. And then ice cream, gossip, and general loveliness in the Brown Commons--exactly what most of us needed.
Rehearsal was going decently, performance onstage and block movement rather well (Judas in particular was more committed than I'd ever seen him), but there were massive uncertainties in the orchestra and an ego explosion in the band that I thought might lose us our (very, very good) guitarist. Oh, and Caroline fell off the stage and hit her head.
So Colin, Tim, Peter, Liang, Stephan and I hung out and discussed things until we couldn't stand it, and went to pick up Joodles from Lovett. He didn't seem to be there, so we went on an epic quest, even pillaging the Archi studios in search of him, before going back to Kroger for ice cream buckets and my house for spoons and Kahlua (which Rebecca had discovered among our counter of flavorings, who knew?). We left increasingly incoherent messages on Joodles's phone during this process, and went back to Lovett to check one last time, and his roommate answered the door and said he was asleep. I conferred with Stephan, who said to wake him up. Colin tapped him gently on the shoulder, and he sighed and withdrew slightly in the most endearing manner known to humankind, and then agreed to come with us.
Seven people in Stephan's car is a tight fit, but it's about the happiest I've ever been in a car. And then ice cream, gossip, and general loveliness in the Brown Commons--exactly what most of us needed.