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Day 656: Another day, another play
Aug. 13th, 2008 12:10 amToday's day is a palindrome. Thought I'd point that out.
Today was a gloriously lazy day. I packed up the rest of my belongings - the stuff out of the bathroom - and then spent the day chilling, which mostly meant writing. A lot of writing. Heavy Noir and other writing. Also rereading old stuff I'd written, and even writing stuff by hand in an A4 notebook like I did when I was a sprog. The dog sniffed the notebook like mad, poor confused animal. It had no idea what I was doing. I managed to undo the last of the miscast armor, but the rings have been opened and closed so many times that they're weak, and I suffered more than one overcrimp in the making. C'est la vie, I say. That's life. I took a nap before supper, and then chilled some more afterward.
Today's big event was the theatre. Les Mis at the outdoor theatre at the Tuna Can. It was beautiful. Because it was outdoors they could do cool things like set off cannons and shoot fireworks. The costumes were beautiful, but probably awful in this heat. Javert, Eponine, Fantine, Marius, and Cosette all had wonderful voices. The Thernadiers were as horrible as ever. Sadly, Valjean wasn't nearly as good as I hoped he'd be, since he tended to slide his notes. But he saved it all up for "Bring Him Home," which is one of my favorite songs from the play (the other being Eponine's "On My Own"). The play was absolutely beautiful. Little Cosette actually had a good voice, and so I was pleased with her rendition of "Castle on a Cloud." And Gavroche, whom I love the most, was absolutely wonderful. Died like a champ. Javert's suicide was hardcore, too. Well done. I felt a bit weird when everyone clapped after all the boys were dead on the barricade. It was like applauding the slaughter, even though I knew we were applauding an excellent performance. It was also strange to see a boy I'd known in high school up on stage. The first time he opened his mouth, all I could think was, "He didn't have a voice like that in high school." He wasn't even one of the popular actors in high school, is the irony. All of the kids who were in madrigals and got the lead roles in the musicals - I haven't heard a peep from them since graduation. This boy, who was pretty thoroughly mocked by the other boys in his year, he kept his head down, but he knew what he wanted to do, and he went for it. And he's pretty talented. I love that musical a lot, and I know dad loves it too. I felt bad for mum, who had an upset stomach and missed some bits. Dad took me to Shakespeare, and mum took me to a broadway musical. The end of the summer is proving to be some of the best of the summer.
I'm going to miss home.
Today was a gloriously lazy day. I packed up the rest of my belongings - the stuff out of the bathroom - and then spent the day chilling, which mostly meant writing. A lot of writing. Heavy Noir and other writing. Also rereading old stuff I'd written, and even writing stuff by hand in an A4 notebook like I did when I was a sprog. The dog sniffed the notebook like mad, poor confused animal. It had no idea what I was doing. I managed to undo the last of the miscast armor, but the rings have been opened and closed so many times that they're weak, and I suffered more than one overcrimp in the making. C'est la vie, I say. That's life. I took a nap before supper, and then chilled some more afterward.
Today's big event was the theatre. Les Mis at the outdoor theatre at the Tuna Can. It was beautiful. Because it was outdoors they could do cool things like set off cannons and shoot fireworks. The costumes were beautiful, but probably awful in this heat. Javert, Eponine, Fantine, Marius, and Cosette all had wonderful voices. The Thernadiers were as horrible as ever. Sadly, Valjean wasn't nearly as good as I hoped he'd be, since he tended to slide his notes. But he saved it all up for "Bring Him Home," which is one of my favorite songs from the play (the other being Eponine's "On My Own"). The play was absolutely beautiful. Little Cosette actually had a good voice, and so I was pleased with her rendition of "Castle on a Cloud." And Gavroche, whom I love the most, was absolutely wonderful. Died like a champ. Javert's suicide was hardcore, too. Well done. I felt a bit weird when everyone clapped after all the boys were dead on the barricade. It was like applauding the slaughter, even though I knew we were applauding an excellent performance. It was also strange to see a boy I'd known in high school up on stage. The first time he opened his mouth, all I could think was, "He didn't have a voice like that in high school." He wasn't even one of the popular actors in high school, is the irony. All of the kids who were in madrigals and got the lead roles in the musicals - I haven't heard a peep from them since graduation. This boy, who was pretty thoroughly mocked by the other boys in his year, he kept his head down, but he knew what he wanted to do, and he went for it. And he's pretty talented. I love that musical a lot, and I know dad loves it too. I felt bad for mum, who had an upset stomach and missed some bits. Dad took me to Shakespeare, and mum took me to a broadway musical. The end of the summer is proving to be some of the best of the summer.
I'm going to miss home.
