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Friday class: I forget, except for the Phyllis Curtin masterclass which was interesting (she's sweet) and I had tea that Tim made me from Coffeehouse.
Friday show: best yet. Energy raised the roof, intensity gave me shoulder cramps, Denver worked microphone miracles (two mics went out, and he managed to cover those actors by raising the mics of the people they were near), band rocked out, singing and dancing killed...
And then we had a dance party onstage, with lights and everything, preparatory to celebrating Peter's birthday. Expect a video of Stephan, Tim, and Katelyn synching to Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Peter's birthday consisted of three separate parties for me; we started out in one room at Brown, with about 50 people over capacity, and I wedged myself behind the bed to fit and observed my people with amusement. They relocated to another room, and we were going to walk Joodles home, but we got a forlorn call from Peter and ran all the way back. The room to which the party had relocated was much less full (only about 15 people over capacity), and there was a game of drinking cards to watch and kibitz on. Joodles, Stephan, Denver, Barron, Catherine and I made a clump of JCS camaraderie in our corner, watching Peter rock out to the music on the stereo, and by the time the game was over and we were loitering in the hall, we had acquired a method to buffer each other from the freakishly annoying drunken solicitations of certain admiring girls. Eventually, though, our abilities were overcome and we had to escape down the stairwell to the vator lobby, where we sat and lay in a pile.
Friday show: best yet. Energy raised the roof, intensity gave me shoulder cramps, Denver worked microphone miracles (two mics went out, and he managed to cover those actors by raising the mics of the people they were near), band rocked out, singing and dancing killed...
And then we had a dance party onstage, with lights and everything, preparatory to celebrating Peter's birthday. Expect a video of Stephan, Tim, and Katelyn synching to Total Eclipse of the Heart.
Peter's birthday consisted of three separate parties for me; we started out in one room at Brown, with about 50 people over capacity, and I wedged myself behind the bed to fit and observed my people with amusement. They relocated to another room, and we were going to walk Joodles home, but we got a forlorn call from Peter and ran all the way back. The room to which the party had relocated was much less full (only about 15 people over capacity), and there was a game of drinking cards to watch and kibitz on. Joodles, Stephan, Denver, Barron, Catherine and I made a clump of JCS camaraderie in our corner, watching Peter rock out to the music on the stereo, and by the time the game was over and we were loitering in the hall, we had acquired a method to buffer each other from the freakishly annoying drunken solicitations of certain admiring girls. Eventually, though, our abilities were overcome and we had to escape down the stairwell to the vator lobby, where we sat and lay in a pile.