Valdez, Day 4 and a half.

So last night was a real mixed bag. I went to a great show called Sway Me, Moon, about . . . well, I couldn't tell you what it was about without a few readings of the script, but it involved two old ladies not in possession of all their faculties, adult children, love, moons, peaches, and the ghost of Dean Martin. Fun and touching.

And then my camera was missing.

And then I discovered that I (and at least one roommate, I think) was being unceremoniously ousted from my room by a group coming in; they didn't know I was going to be in the room, or the housing manager didn't know they didn't know, or something -- not interested in going into the details. That was understandably upsetting; even with the sure knowledge that no one was going to let me go without a roof over my head, and that I had at least two floors I could easily crash on, being told in no uncertain terms by people you've known since you were eight "You need to get out of our room" is no fun.

And my camera was still missing. Is still missing.

Anyway. The upshot is that I'm staying on the floor of a girl I quite like, and who actually makes sure the door is closed and locked when we leave the room, and my roommate who also got kicked out is now sleeping in a hotel, so we both got a decent deal out of it. And though I'm still somewhat upset about being ousted by friends, that situation has -- stabilized, if not resolved. So.

After I'd moved into Christina's room, I went to the bonfire, which was a hell of a bonfire, and that made the evening much better. I ate a lot of marshmallows, I got to watch local celebrities make fools of themselves doing the Footloose dance, I hung out with a lot of cool people, I skipped rocks on the river, I gave some dogs some serious scritchings. I stayed up far too late and decided to skip yoga and the first play reading in favor of sleeping. In spite of lingering upset -- and I really mean in spite of, as in "Screw you, being upset" -- I got myself out of the room and went to the civic center.

I saw most of one really great reading (The Afterlife of the Mind, a dark, disgusting, philosophical, deeply moving story about life, death, love, and brain transplants), and then went to an equally awesome workshop on moving onstage. That really ended up being about awareness of your own body and energy, and it was -- I can't even describe (although I'm willing to try, if anyone asks). It's been a long time since I was asked to do any sort of intense, kinesthetic and visual exercises like those. It felt like being River Tam.

After that, I went to a not-so-great reading that had the advantage of giving me some ideas for ladye_bright, and then I came back here rather than go to more readings. I've had too much coffee or something, because I feel a little wobbly. Although that's also probably lingering upset, and the fact that I haven't eaten much today (no appetite).

And, y'know, my camera is still missing.

Other good things about today, though: I'm wearing my CMU Drama shirt, and the guy teaching the movement workshop is from Pennsylvania. We had this instant little bond. That was very cool.

Also, at lunch I got to geeksquee about Angels in America with one of my very good friends, and fantasy-cast an Anchorage production, and quote lines back and forth. And that was hugely fun.

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A monologue, dashed off for the "Write Your Own Compelling Monologue" workshop. The prompt -- say something you've always wanted to say to someone. Help them, advise them, or tell them off.

Guess which one I chose.

( I can't believe I just said that. )