tonight i was an usher for a cozy production of anton chekov's The Seagull. i'm buzzing and have a lot to think about and go over again.
i guess firstly i'm glad i made it to the right place at the right time. even with all the crappy, albeit brief, traffic.. i was running late again and screaming at the top of my lungs, which doesn't actually go up very high. so i was the first usher there. and though i was expecting more it just turned out to be me and another girl, a student volunteer who went by marg'ret. she had experience and i had none. so i clung to her, naturally. clinging in this kind of situation can become a little off-putting. also i don't think she really understood what she was watching. i mean that i don't think it moved her very much, if at all.
she was/is what d and r would refer to as normal. one of the first things she asked me ((y'know i never understood that. you just can't have a one of the first things.. because shouldn't that just mean one of the first things.. possibly in negative integers..? but i digress)).... one of the first things she asked me was, "so do you know what this play is about?" and i'm automatically thinking: don't you know? even just a little bit? should i even help you out? clue you in on the things that matter, like preparedness and willingness...?
I'M SLEEPY! MUST CONTINUE LATER WHEN NOT NAUSEUS (?)AND FALLING ASLEEP ON KEYBOARD.. bleh
12:14 a.m. - 2003-11-14
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