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Mixed Results
Mar. 23rd, 2008 01:27 amSaturday. First, Thag fixed another socket in the kitchen, then all but my elder went to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
whuffle's baby shower. It was good, but crowded, but she and halleyscomet are about to have three months of dedicated effort and no sleep, so this is probably their last chance for a bit to see that many people at once.
My elder stayed home, hopefully to take delivery of her new (to her) computer, which needed someone to sign for it. Unfortunately, despite the assurances of the web site, it didn't show.
But the rest of us got home in time for me to take her to Gojirawitziev to pick upshadesong, yendi, and Miss Kid to go see the MIT Shakespeare Ensemble's version of "12th Night". Unfortunately, on the way there, my car got side-swiped by a guy in a SUV "who never saw me coming". Once the shock of impact wore off a bit, he owned up to it being "all his fault" (as he had a stop sign, and I didn't, and he should have seen me), and we exchanged information. Tomorrow (as defined by "after I wake up"), I'll have to start dealing with that. I probably have to notify Belmont's police department, too.
This totally robbed focus off the effect I wanted to have arriving at my friends' house: they've never seen me without a beard. For that matter, my younger had never seen me without a beard. My elder barely remembered it from 10 years ago. My face looks much as I remember it, which is a bit of a relief. It's easy to forget that I have a cleft chin, as it's only seen once a decade or so.
Anyway. The production of "12th Night" was quite good, but I'm afraid the multiple cross-gender casting (mostly females as males, including Sebastian) and the imperfect projection of voice left my elder a bit bewildered and unable to follow the story. Their Viola, Olivia, and Sir Toby were quite good; their (cross-cast) Malvolio was an excellent foil, but I played a much better Feste than theirs did. However, this was the first time I'd seen Feste played, not as a jester, not as a melancholy, but as a rock star heart-throb. And he made it work, for most of the scenes.
But I'm still bummed about the left rear panel of my car being caved in.
whuffle's baby shower. It was good, but crowded, but she and halleyscomet are about to have three months of dedicated effort and no sleep, so this is probably their last chance for a bit to see that many people at once.My elder stayed home, hopefully to take delivery of her new (to her) computer, which needed someone to sign for it. Unfortunately, despite the assurances of the web site, it didn't show.
But the rest of us got home in time for me to take her to Gojirawitziev to pick up
shadesong, yendi, and Miss Kid to go see the MIT Shakespeare Ensemble's version of "12th Night". Unfortunately, on the way there, my car got side-swiped by a guy in a SUV "who never saw me coming". Once the shock of impact wore off a bit, he owned up to it being "all his fault" (as he had a stop sign, and I didn't, and he should have seen me), and we exchanged information. Tomorrow (as defined by "after I wake up"), I'll have to start dealing with that. I probably have to notify Belmont's police department, too.This totally robbed focus off the effect I wanted to have arriving at my friends' house: they've never seen me without a beard. For that matter, my younger had never seen me without a beard. My elder barely remembered it from 10 years ago. My face looks much as I remember it, which is a bit of a relief. It's easy to forget that I have a cleft chin, as it's only seen once a decade or so.
Anyway. The production of "12th Night" was quite good, but I'm afraid the multiple cross-gender casting (mostly females as males, including Sebastian) and the imperfect projection of voice left my elder a bit bewildered and unable to follow the story. Their Viola, Olivia, and Sir Toby were quite good; their (cross-cast) Malvolio was an excellent foil, but I played a much better Feste than theirs did. However, this was the first time I'd seen Feste played, not as a jester, not as a melancholy, but as a rock star heart-throb. And he made it work, for most of the scenes.
But I'm still bummed about the left rear panel of my car being caved in.
