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Well! That was spectacular! I had to sit outside for the first half, because it was sold out. Which was odd, seeing as there were only 60 people last night. Oh, the wonders of undergrad voice majors. Kade made such a cute Pappageno, and Clara such a cute Pamina, and Jonathan with his birght-eyed She Loves Me. The whole performance was definitely superlative, but there were some who shone more brightly than others. There were a few cracks and a few "hit" notes, but hey, it was a college performance. Craig certainly is nice to look at. We seem to have a class full of foreigners this year; there were four people with almost unintelligible accents, which does not bode well for the understanding of jokes.
Eric said hi at intermission, and told me to tell Mama hi. He's such a nice guy, but every time I see him it reminds me of the role of the Amadeus-esque auctioneer he played in The Rake's Progress. Some people left, so I got a seat. Front row, even. I was thrilled. It's thrilling. Speaking of thrills, Karim was there after the show. He said hi and made some smalltalk, before the people who had legitimate claims to his attention came out and engaged him. I sat on the waiting bench, content to listen to the chattering college kids (one set in particular), until Craig offered me a ride home. I was reluctant, as I always am (I live only half a campus and two blocks away), but my mom always likes me to get a ride if I can. So I walked out with Kade and Craig, congratulated them on their great performances ("Whatever. Oops! I just cursed, in the eyes of Dr. Farwell! Never say whatever." "Yeah, don't."), and hopped in Craig's giant fancy pickup. He grew up in Houston, and went to Lamar. He'd been to the Chorale cast party at our house two years before, so he knew where it was, and graciously dropped me home. The door was locked, which I thought was odd, but I went in the back. Once mama came home, she discovered that I had taken a ride intsead of going with her: apparently she had been waiting half an hour for me to come out, after Nacole told her I was sitting on the waiting bench. She was glad I was home. So am I.
Eric said hi at intermission, and told me to tell Mama hi. He's such a nice guy, but every time I see him it reminds me of the role of the Amadeus-esque auctioneer he played in The Rake's Progress. Some people left, so I got a seat. Front row, even. I was thrilled. It's thrilling. Speaking of thrills, Karim was there after the show. He said hi and made some smalltalk, before the people who had legitimate claims to his attention came out and engaged him. I sat on the waiting bench, content to listen to the chattering college kids (one set in particular), until Craig offered me a ride home. I was reluctant, as I always am (I live only half a campus and two blocks away), but my mom always likes me to get a ride if I can. So I walked out with Kade and Craig, congratulated them on their great performances ("Whatever. Oops! I just cursed, in the eyes of Dr. Farwell! Never say whatever." "Yeah, don't."), and hopped in Craig's giant fancy pickup. He grew up in Houston, and went to Lamar. He'd been to the Chorale cast party at our house two years before, so he knew where it was, and graciously dropped me home. The door was locked, which I thought was odd, but I went in the back. Once mama came home, she discovered that I had taken a ride intsead of going with her: apparently she had been waiting half an hour for me to come out, after Nacole told her I was sitting on the waiting bench. She was glad I was home. So am I.
