Whoo, Boy.

It's a dead certainty that if you plan on something and take it for granted, it will either not happen or will be in some way altered. The best you can do is to hope that it won't be too terrible when change descends. For example, I thought I was going to 1) Clean out my NASTY garbage barge of a car, 2) Do a LOT of homework, 3) Blog a really LONG blog, and 4) Catch up on all kinds of correspondence. Ha. Ho ho ho. That is rich, you know what I'm saying?
I slept in, but due in part to having had a few beers last night and in part to having to get up every day for school and usually in a pressure-cooker of hitting snooze too many times, I got up relatively early (noonish) considering the late night. Then I read a couple of articles for a paper I have to write (and I think this is going to be a big, bad wolf of a paper, or at least I think it's supposed to be), which was good, then I lolled on the couch for a little while, and then I went to Rainbow and got syrup for pancakes. Came home (this is now like 2:30 at the earliest) and started cooking, and Corin and Alicia got up, and we ate, and Corin had to go in for a quick rehearsal/re-block before his show tonight (which I am attending [whoops, there I go again, counting on future plans]), and Alicia and I had good intentions of heading for Silverbow as soon as we finished, which got postponed so we could do...not much. Rachel came by w/ her leftovers, if you will, which is always fun to pick through like the house of magpies we are, and a mix CD and what not because she is leaving.
They are always leaving! I mean our fun theatre friends, of course. Last night was the last for a couple of the actors, and through the next few days we'll lose almost all the rest. Enrique's here through the True West run (and it is GOOD, y'all, I'm totally going back before it closes), and then that's it for him. That's not to mention the tumult of Jeff and PJ being gone from the theatre - we've even lost in-town people - and it adds up to sadness. I told Corey that I was sad to see him go last night, and he answered, "Oh, you're used to it, you do this all the time." A fair point would have been struck except that with changes at Perseverance, there's not that expectation that hey, a good few or several of the new faces will be brought back, because who knows? With new administration will come the loss of old ties and working relationships. And not all temporary theatre friends are equal. So eff you, Corey, I'll be sad if I want to.
Of course there are a couple of folks who aren't leaving just yet. I'll have to cherish them all the more, not unlike oxygen holding electrons tighter when one of its bonds is broken. Uh oh, let's not mention electrons or atoms right now. Let's just remember how wonderful last night's concert was...[insert time travel music here]
Ah, here we are. Rory's Requiem, and try saying that three times quickly. It was so superb - how beautiful. It was just...awesome. Like dump a barrel of Gatorade on Rory awesome. I loved it. I'm afraid that I don't have the vocabulary to offer a more detailed critique. But it doesn't matter, because I heard it, so I know how it made me feel.
But then I thought we were all getting crunk (see above, where people are all leaving in short order), and instead ended up sitting alone at the Rendezvous, watching Corin host karaoke and being pretend assaulted by bummy hobos and getting my drink knocked over on me. That was NOT what I had planned, needless to say! Things came together when I finally found Alicia and headed up to the True West cast party at Annie Stokes' lovely and conveniently located home, and found all the people I had lost over the course of 15 minutes and more, and we hung out or whatever. But it was not what I had planned.
I sang "Alison" by Elvis Costello at karaoke, and I sucked, royally. I got in a k-hole of disobediant vocalization and variegated key selection and I couldn't stop myself from continuing on in that vein. I hope the hobos weren't too put off.
Now I have to wrap things up so as to see Corin's show, and then what? Homework, I gue-esss. I have to work tomorrow, easy as pie, but I don't want to. I want time, all to myself, with no committments, because then I could hope to maybe accomplish something. The house needs cleaning, and my room is such a disaster zone that I should get FEMA funding, and the car, and my brain, and I never write anything for myself or draw any cartoons, and if I don't pass O.Chem I can't graduate this year, and then that's when the engine overheats and I have to re-start all systems.
Oh, yeah, and that reminds me, the car's got something wrong with it - we took it to a mechanic who had no suggestions, but all is definitely not well. It shudders when it's stopped in drive, and when you get up to about 40-ish but not too bad if you get up to 60 after that and it suddenly, like, shifts gears and you can feel it kick in and smooth out. It's not too hot at accelerating in any kind of swift manner, either. Any suggestions?