The Breaking of the Fellowship
I was lucky. After high school, most of my close friends went to the same university I did so I saw them fairly regularly. Those that didn't I still kept in touch with with the help of the internet. We got together now and then at the Limelite or to see a movie. It was one of the things that kept post-graduation from seeming like a big transition. That phase is dissolving this summer. This week Keenan's moving to Antartica (or possibly Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan. I forget.), and by the start of September Micaela will be in Vancouver and Becca will be in Israel. Hopefully we'll stay in contact for years yet, though this crumbling is kind of sad.
In other news, Fringe was a lot of fun. Never drew a big crowd (usually 25-45 people in a 120-seater venue, barely a dozen people on each of the last two performances. My mother, her parents and her aunt each came at least three times) so didn't rake in heaps of cash, but enough to cover expenses (and in the end Sharon insisted on giving me more than our agreed 20% of box office). The only other plays I saw after my last post were Lunatic Van Beethoven (Keir Cutler. Bobble-heads.) and After The Picnic (not the ending I expected). Both excellent. I guess I'm lucky that I managed to avoid the dross, even seeing as few shows as I did. Got a lot of praise from venue tech Ian, says I could stage-manage professionally. I told him to give me a heads up if he knows anyone who needs an SM, and you all can do the same.
In other other news, I painted a whole room by myself in a day and a half. My hand is stiff from the crappy roller. Nice colour though. Don't know if we'll try to move furniture before we leave. Still planning to watch Mounties ride around in circles with Joyce and overseas cousins on Wednesday, but Dad something something other lawyer playing chicken something motion something something Thursday morning, so we won't officially hit the highway until Thursday afternoon. I may be able to post something from Randy's house, if not this'll likely be my last entry for a couple weeks.
In other other other news, I've reached a conclusion about underwire bras. That conclusion is that they belong to the class of clothing that should only be worn if there is reasonable certainty someone else is going to take them off. Otherwise they're not worth it.
Kind of like those fancy-ass panties. Who the hell wears those unless they're going to be getting some later that night?