mmm, theatre

So, remember how I said I'd be going to visit Al to see her in a play (Kaspar, by Peter Handke)? Yeah, it was crazy, in the best way possible. SO confusing and lovely and well-written and beautifully-acted and...and...yeah. I loved it. It was performed in a warehouse. A warehouse! A on-the-outskirts-of-town, unknown-by-me-and-my-cab-driver, huge-and-sparse-and-drafty warehouse. :D I loved it...we followed the actors around in the first act, all over the warehouse (and could interact if we chose to...I did, by default, a few times. Fun!)...and then we sat and watched them (more conventionally) in the second act. The acoustics in the part that housed the second act were amazing -- perfect echoes, right where you wanted them :)). And the script was awesome -- "I want to be somebody like someone else was once". What? :D And it was amazing to see Al in action (for the first time in a scripted play, not like her also-lovely Calithumpians times). I didn't even recognize her in the first scene (throughout, they had white make-up on to which was slowly added a clown-like face).
All in all, yay. SO glad I made it out to see the show.
And then we went to the cast party, which should have been weird for me (not being in the show, or even knowing these people before), but it was also lovely. I really like smaller house parties...and theatre makes everything good. :)
And then it was St. Pat's, and we spent it leisurely (watched a few movies, hung out in the Brum city centre, slept in. All good).

And then I returned home on Thursday to Mountshannon to immediately pick up a bug that's been going through Clai house, and spent Thursday night puking. Mm.
And then I couldn't even feel sorry for myself the next day (though I continued to feel crappy), because everyone else (almost) was sick too. Including a certain housemate who complained ever so loudly about his headache, expecting sympathy although he'd heard me puking the night before. I think not...although I tried to be sympathetic for as long as I could. It didn't last very long. But I'm back to only the one disease now (oh, diabetes), so all is well.

And on Sunday, while I was cleaning his hut, the goat climbed on my back like I was a mountain. Like, actually. Right up there. I could feel him shaking to keep his balance on my shoulder blades while I shifted around, and then I stood up and he slipped to hanging around my neck like those nativity statues of the shepherds with the lambs around their shoulders. Ridiculous.
And it's an ongoing battle to find the holes in the chicken wire through which they keep escaping, and patch them up. Aw. Escaping babies.

Cool.
That's about it for now...sent off a long reply email to Lyna, and a long snail mail letter to B, so my fingers are getting tired. I think it's time for some Being Human (a show about a vampire, a werewolf and a ghost as housemates? Pure genius. :) Seriously, though, it's quite well made and acted. Worth checking out, for sure).

Until next times, mes petits chous.

LOVE,
me