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Invention of Love is all over, and went well, if the reactions of the audience members I spoke to are to be believed. Definately a good experience for myself, and really, I can't lay out hate on Frumin. Yeah, he's amazingly irritating, but when you get down to it he's a decent guy. Just not one you'd want to hang out with all the time. Or any of the time. Whatever.
We had a decent cast party for IoL, which involved trekking out to the Best Inn and drinking a lot and then smoking a spliff after much delay. Wilburn kept adding "...girlfriend!" to the end of his sentances, we had a discussion about relative straightness of Vassar students (not really much at all) and me getting a length of drainpipe and whapping people with it while yelling "Taste the chrome!" I'm not sure why I'm allowed at parties. I can't imagine anyone else at the Best Inn Poughkeepsie got any sleep at all, but fuck 'em. Anything that leads to doing acting warmups in the 3AM drizzle until we laugh too hard to stand can't have anything wrong with it. Except for the underage consumption/illegal substance thing. But we'll just have to allow for that as a social enabler.
The next day, after a hungover history discussion on the Civil War and reenactor subculture and a successful Methods presentation, I had to strike IoL. This went on for hours, taking down lights and rehanging the plot, and as soon as we were released we RAN from the building to locate a piece so we could dip into the communal eighth we'd bought earlier that day. We got off a bowl before Desire Project, which was pretty intense - the staging was absolutely beautiful, and provided much food for thought (and no, I was NOT stoned for the whole thing, just a little buzzed for the first fifteen minutes). It's not every day you see a crossdressing, fatsuited Becky Comtois carve off a piece of Jane Pfitsch's leg and eat it in front of everyone. Or a topless Ellie Nowack. In all, an admirable piece of experimental work.
Following Desire Project, we headed back to Avery to "finish strike," which, roughly translated, means "roll a blunt in the dressing room, smoke it on the roof with Sean, Alex, Ryan, Wilburn, and Tyler, and then stumble down the stairs and sweep the floors and mop hoping like hell that nobody on the faculty comes into the Streep Studio while you're doing so, cause you're all VERY BLATANTLY WASTED." We managed, somehow, even standing up to the scrutiny of Ryan Durham. Off to ACDC for free milkshakes (thank yew Mish) and some Family Guy, debate as to whether or not we should crash Desire Project's cast party, and then smoking another joint and everyone splitting up, some to smoke MORE, and others (like me) to go to bed. There's a whole slough of movies on my computer log that I don't remember watching at all. I was pretty blazed.
Today, I decided to bag Acting for the Camera, and instead cleaned my room, packed, and headed home early. Took the back roads again, for practice navigating, and I must say that I really enjoy the Taconic Parkway. So pretty.
And now I'm doing laundry for the first time in about a month, so I'm gonna go keep with that. Have good breaks, Vassarions, and the rest of you Parkies - hurry up and get home!
Invention of Love is all over, and went well, if the reactions of the audience members I spoke to are to be believed. Definately a good experience for myself, and really, I can't lay out hate on Frumin. Yeah, he's amazingly irritating, but when you get down to it he's a decent guy. Just not one you'd want to hang out with all the time. Or any of the time. Whatever.
We had a decent cast party for IoL, which involved trekking out to the Best Inn and drinking a lot and then smoking a spliff after much delay. Wilburn kept adding "...girlfriend!" to the end of his sentances, we had a discussion about relative straightness of Vassar students (not really much at all) and me getting a length of drainpipe and whapping people with it while yelling "Taste the chrome!" I'm not sure why I'm allowed at parties. I can't imagine anyone else at the Best Inn Poughkeepsie got any sleep at all, but fuck 'em. Anything that leads to doing acting warmups in the 3AM drizzle until we laugh too hard to stand can't have anything wrong with it. Except for the underage consumption/illegal substance thing. But we'll just have to allow for that as a social enabler.
The next day, after a hungover history discussion on the Civil War and reenactor subculture and a successful Methods presentation, I had to strike IoL. This went on for hours, taking down lights and rehanging the plot, and as soon as we were released we RAN from the building to locate a piece so we could dip into the communal eighth we'd bought earlier that day. We got off a bowl before Desire Project, which was pretty intense - the staging was absolutely beautiful, and provided much food for thought (and no, I was NOT stoned for the whole thing, just a little buzzed for the first fifteen minutes). It's not every day you see a crossdressing, fatsuited Becky Comtois carve off a piece of Jane Pfitsch's leg and eat it in front of everyone. Or a topless Ellie Nowack. In all, an admirable piece of experimental work.
Following Desire Project, we headed back to Avery to "finish strike," which, roughly translated, means "roll a blunt in the dressing room, smoke it on the roof with Sean, Alex, Ryan, Wilburn, and Tyler, and then stumble down the stairs and sweep the floors and mop hoping like hell that nobody on the faculty comes into the Streep Studio while you're doing so, cause you're all VERY BLATANTLY WASTED." We managed, somehow, even standing up to the scrutiny of Ryan Durham. Off to ACDC for free milkshakes (thank yew Mish) and some Family Guy, debate as to whether or not we should crash Desire Project's cast party, and then smoking another joint and everyone splitting up, some to smoke MORE, and others (like me) to go to bed. There's a whole slough of movies on my computer log that I don't remember watching at all. I was pretty blazed.
Today, I decided to bag Acting for the Camera, and instead cleaned my room, packed, and headed home early. Took the back roads again, for practice navigating, and I must say that I really enjoy the Taconic Parkway. So pretty.
And now I'm doing laundry for the first time in about a month, so I'm gonna go keep with that. Have good breaks, Vassarions, and the rest of you Parkies - hurry up and get home!
