Stephanie (collacentaur) wrote,

Weekend Update

I had called daernhelm Thursday night, and caught him just after the opening night of the play he was in this weekend. He was on the natural high of performance, but he was still a little disappointed that he didn't have friends or family coming to the show. I felt badly, but I had other plans for Saturday night, because he'd said before that he didn't really want people coming to this show, and there was no way I could get out there in time on Friday.

So, about 5 on Friday, I thought I'd see if I could find any information on it, and figure out if there was any way I could manage it. The college website had the location, and I mapped the directions. Estimated driving time: 1 hour 40 minutes. No, no way I could get out there by 7:30, not with rush hour.

At about 5:15, I decided that if I left work promptly at 5:30 and stopped at home only long enough to throw some clothes in my weekend bag, there was at least a chance that I could make it, and that it would be worth it to try. I printed the directions and told Ginny I was leaving On Time, and why. Her brother's a theater-type, so she understood the importance of what I was trying to do, and wished me luck.

I made a whirlwind pass through my apartment (failing to pack pants, sadly), and was on the highway by 5:47. All looked good. Until the traffic slowed to a crawl. I considered turning around, but then I thought, "Well, maybe even if I'm really late, they'll let me in at intermission." I had not given up all hope, but when I finally made my exit onto the next highway, and traffic continued to crawl, I thought, "Well, if I make it at least by the end of the performance, I can pretend I saw it."

Then the traffic picked up, and I drove like a bat out of hell. By the time I crossed the state line, I had revised my estimate to getting in at intermission, and as I got close, I realized I still had a shot of making it on time. This was the point at which I began describing this crazy endeavor as "pulling an oidhche," because I attempted the highly improbable, and it worked only because it was really for someone else. I parked my car at 7:30 on the nose, and was paying for my ticket at 7:35. I missed only the intro to the show, which I already knew about: Murder mystery, play within a play, audience votes at intermission for which character should be the killer.

I voted that the butler had done it, of course - the butler being daernhelm. It turned out to be someone else that night, although I understand that Saturday night he was the culprit. After the curtain calls, as the audience filtered out and the cast dispersed, I could see Daernhelm going to change clothes. I yelled out his name - his first name - and his head snapped up, and he turned and began scanning the seating. He told me later that the entire cast called him by his character name, so he knew it had to be someone in the audience. I waved, and when he spotted me, I got to watch the double-take, and see excitement spread across his face. Mission accomplished!

We went to Friendly's for dinner, then back to his place - I had invited myself to stay overnight, since it was late and I had to be elsewhere in PA the next afternoon anyway. We talked far too late into the night, since he had to be at work by 8:30 the next morning. I slept in, instead. I left there a little before noon, and had a pleasant drive through eastern PA. The weather could have been better, but it also could have been much worse, and it's a beautiful time of year to drive through the countryside.

My haircut wasn't until 2, but I'd planned to do a little shopping first. At a little before 1, as I approached my destination, I saw a familiar-looking car a little ahead of me. At the next traffic light, I was turning right, and so when I pulled up even with them, I saw that it was in fact amy_pearlman's car, taking the crew down to their scheduled torture session afternoon commitment. I don't think they saw me, but then, they would not have expected to.

Errands run, I had a pleasant visit with my hairdresser, and then got back on the road. I stopped at home just long enough to change out of my skirt and into pants, then went to caniswolfie and M's party. I arrived just in time to see mrfantasy attempting Dance Dance Revolution (with "help" from his small child). This officially rates as one of the funniest things I have seen in a very long time. It's not that he wasn't good - he was very good. However, in the depths of my head, interacting with him still makes me feel 18, when I was shy and easily intimidated, and he was scary and yelled a lot. It's the 18-year-old me who was vastly amused by one of the "grownups" being silly, not the 28-year-old.

The party went on for many hours, and fun was had by all. At least, so I believe. I finally got home a little after 1.

And on Sunday, I rested. All the clocks in my living room automatically adjust for daylight savings, and the ones in the kitchen and bedroom do not. So, the doorway into the kitchen became a time zone differential. I chose to stay on Daylight Savings Time for an extra day, and took my extra hour of sleep this morning, when it was much more useful to me.

Some additional thoughts that don't otherwise fit the narrative:

I really don't like the schedule change on WPLJ. I guess this Rocky Allen is an longtime guy who just came back, but I don't like him at all. I want Race Taylor back.

Pretty day, pretty trees. Today is what we should have been having at the beginning of October.

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