Holy Mother of All Things Great and Alcoholic

Last night has a funny story. I had two auditions at 8p. The roommate was already on her way to drunk, so I told the guys she was hanging out with to take care of her liver (after making the token protest that alcohol was not the answer and that chocolate was better) and left. I got back at about 9 and crashed in my room, since I was feeling that post-audition half-lethargy, half-adrenaline thing, and the two guys return to the room, with my roommate's shoes and her purse, but no roommate. And I, obviously, was like "wtf?". One of the guys was totally sloshed already and going on about his John Deere hat, but the other one was like "we are going to find her and we are going to bring her back, because she needs to go to sleep."

So they left and returned with my roommate maybe an hour later, at which point she decides she's going to go to sleep...with the drunk guy she'd been hanging out with before. I grumble, grab my laptop, and flee the room. But, I'm barefoot, in the clothes I wore to the audition (black tank, long black skirt, black tights, contact lenses, mascara). I wander to the lounge first, but it's empty. Then I go down to David's room, because I'm bored and he lives downstairs, but he's not in. So I beg some guy to swipe me up to my floor, since my keycard is in my room, spend fifteen minutes riding the elevator, and eventually crash in a room down the hall from mine, where one of the girls is a Shakespeare-loving techie, and we talked until like 2a.

Then I wandered down to David's again, left scathing messages on his white board and wandered back upstairs. By this point, Lauren (the techie) was watching a movie. Her roommate, Leslie, told me to crash in her bed, because it'll be really awkward when everyone in my room wakes up (and she wanted the excuse to crash in the drunk guy's bed so as to hit on his roommate). We watched the end of the movie, and then crashed at 3a in Lauren and Leslie's room, primarily because my bed was covered in stuff that I did not have the energy to clean up. Lauren and I were the only sober ones on the floor, I swear. And then everyone got drunk again this morning, because there was a football game at noon. Yeah, that was my evening.

As to the auditions, one was for a series (like 6 or 8 of them) of staged readings done by the student theatre union and the other was for a staged reading directed by one of the American history professors (who, incidentally, is Thomas Tharp's father, I later found out). The first went rather well, and the six auditioners seemed really positive. The second was ok, but I don't really care, because I have things to do the weekend they're putting it on, anyway (drag kareoke with the LGBT Alliance and a protest in DC). I don't find out about the results of the auditions until the end of the week, so the hair-pulling begins. Gah.

In other news, I now have a paid LJ subscription. Look upon my myriad icons and tremble. Thremble!

Holy Mother of All Things Great and Alcoholic

Last night has a funny story. I had two auditions at 8p. The roommate was already on her way to drunk, so I told the guys she was hanging out with to take care of her liver (after making the token protest that alcohol was not the answer and that chocolate was better) and left. I got back at about 9 and crashed in my room, since I was feeling that post-audition half-lethargy, half-adrenaline thing, and the two guys return to the room, with my roommate's shoes and her purse, but no roommate. And I, obviously, was like "wtf?". One of the guys was totally sloshed already and going on about his John Deere hat, but the other one was like "we are going to find her and we are going to bring her back, because she needs to go to sleep."

So they left and returned with my roommate maybe an hour later, at which point she decides she's going to go to sleep...with the drunk guy she'd been hanging out with before. I grumble, grab my laptop, and flee the room. But, I'm barefoot, in the clothes I wore to the audition (black tank, long black skirt, black tights, contact lenses, mascara). I wander to the lounge first, but it's empty. Then I go down to David's room, because I'm bored and he lives downstairs, but he's not in. So I beg some guy to swipe me up to my floor, since my keycard is in my room, spend fifteen minutes riding the elevator, and eventually crash in a room down the hall from mine, where one of the girls is a Shakespeare-loving techie, and we talked until like 2a.

Then I wandered down to David's again, left scathing messages on his white board and wandered back upstairs. By this point, Lauren (the techie) was watching a movie. Her roommate, Leslie, told me to crash in her bed, because it'll be really awkward when everyone in my room wakes up (and she wanted the excuse to crash in the drunk guy's bed so as to hit on his roommate). We watched the end of the movie, and then crashed at 3a in Lauren and Leslie's room, primarily because my bed was covered in stuff that I did not have the energy to clean up. Lauren and I were the only sober ones on the floor, I swear. And then everyone got drunk again this morning, because there was a football game at noon. Yeah, that was my evening.

As to the auditions, one was for a series (like 6 or 8 of them) of staged readings done by the student theatre union and the other was for a staged reading directed by one of the American history professors (who, incidentally, is Thomas Tharp's father, I later found out). The first went rather well, and the six auditioners seemed really positive. The second was ok, but I don't really care, because I have things to do the weekend they're putting it on, anyway (drag kareoke with the LGBT Alliance and a protest in DC). I don't find out about the results of the auditions until the end of the week, so the hair-pulling begins. Gah.

In other news, I now have a paid LJ subscription. Look upon my myriad icons and tremble. Thremble!

Meme Thing!

gacked from copperbadge:

The object of the game is to stump the person writing the journal. I've been writing in my live journal for some two and a half, and can't possibly remember all the topics I've talked about in that time. Your job, if you choose to accept it, is to go into the archives of my journal and pull out a random quote, only from public posts, and then my job will be to see if I can remember what I was talking about. You tell me if I'm remotely right or wrong. Please don't pick a quote that's so random that it could apply to anything, like "feh" or "Damn it!" or something equally general. Pick something that might actually be about something. :D

Meme Thing!

gacked from copperbadge:

The object of the game is to stump the person writing the journal. I've been writing in my live journal for some two and a half, and can't possibly remember all the topics I've talked about in that time. Your job, if you choose to accept it, is to go into the archives of my journal and pull out a random quote, only from public posts, and then my job will be to see if I can remember what I was talking about. You tell me if I'm remotely right or wrong. Please don't pick a quote that's so random that it could apply to anything, like "feh" or "Damn it!" or something equally general. Pick something that might actually be about something. :D