On Thursday evening, I went to the theatre for the second time in as many days.
Life is rough here.
We went to a brand spanking new play called Clybourne Park. It was basically a satirical adaptation of A Raisin in the Sun and focused on our own racial hypocrisy in the United States. It was absolutely hilarious. The humor was gloriously distasteful and forced you into laughter when there was no way you should even be cracking a smile. It was, in a word, delicious. Also, for those of you that have seen The No 1. Ladies Detective Agency or Love Actually, the lead male and the porn double, respectively, were parts of the cast. The porn double from Love Actually, Martin Freeman, was positively wonderful. In fact the whole cast was just marvelous. I’m not sure if I enjoyed this work or Pieces of Vincent more, but it was a great show nonetheless. Following the play, we all returned to the residence hall and played this amazing game called Pass the Stack. Basically, it’s a cross between the game telephone and Pictionary; it’s awesome. Some of the greater drawings included Drew being attacked by a bat while painting a house and Josh starring in Cirque du Soleil.
Perhaps you had to be there?
Friday night was, on all accounts, a gross night. Following a classless afternoon, a great majority of us went out to the live music club in Chinatown called O’Neil’s. Most of us pregamed at the residence hall and then bought more drinks at the club. Unless you were Ben or Myself, then drinks were bought for you because you’re just that awesome. Confession: I split a cigarette with Jacque. If I am going to blog, I am going to tell it all, even the embarrassing things like ruining my lungs. To be fair, I drank eleven glasses of water before bed to wash away the nicotine and other cancerous material from my body. I don’t think it works that way, but I can pretend for a little bit. I took a lot of pictures that night with people that were not my friends so I am sure there are photos out there somewhere of the sweaty, crazy things that happened.
Before we went out, however, Steve made a delicious meal for the group that was basically a chicken pot pie with beans, carrots, corn, and potatoes. Yum. The flaky pie crust was absent, however, and stuffing was used as the topper for the casserole. DEE. VINE.
Saturday was quite relaxed, actually. I don’t think that Drew or I were up until noon and we spent most of the day indoors doing homework. We took breaks when he went to the Natural History Museum and I went to the Chelsea Library. We eventually met up at Hyde Park with Ben and Steve at the “Reformer’s Tree.” Guess what? The damn thing burned down over 100 years ago so the giant tree I had been searching for forty minutes was actually a stone based mosaic. Fail. I did get a pretty cool picture of the sun going down through some leaves though. So: yay!
The night brought family dinner together and another game of pass the stack after an hour of homework devotion time.
These people are the spice of life.
Happy Sunday! Vikings should beat the Lions today, right? Ugh. Fingers crossed.
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