So what have I been up to lately, you ask? Well, last Thursday was my non-GSLIS storytelling debut at Verde Gallery. I think it went reasonably well. Definitely the end got quite a few laughs out of people. I've concluded, however, that I need a break from storytelling for a while. Three of the last four weekends have had some kind of event in which I was either performing or listening, and I think I'm full up to here (imagine me reaching way up over my head) with stories. So this summer may be a storytelling-free zone.

Friday, the touring company of Les Mis was in town, so a few of us went to the Assembly Hall to see it. We knew our tickets would place us in the top tier of the balcony, but when we entered the arena the usher directed us to keep climbing and climbing until we were two rows from the top of the hall, which made it almost impossible to see the stage. Which wouldn't have been so bad (I mean, it would have, but you pay your money and you take your choice, right?), except that there were about twenty rows of completely empty seats in front of us. We grumbled along with the rest of the people who had been relegated to seating Siberia, and eventually moved down to better seats a few minutes before the curtain went up. As B said, the theme of the play almost required that we do so in order to level the playing field with our bourgeois oppressors! Do we fight for a night at the opera now? Uh, wait you mean that wasn't all they were fighting for? Heh.

Later Friday was the PhD celebration for all the Human Factors PhDs who successfully defended their dissertations and came one step closer to being called "Doctor". And Saturday morning was a delicious pancake breakfast at OHOP with Janice, who was in from Chicago to do some work on her dissertation.

Saturday night was a date where we ate Indian food (yummy, but the restaurant was loud) and went to see Kung Fu Hustle (funny, but way more violent than Shaolin Soccer). Sunday was a day of total laziness, although I did manage to get an entire book read. (TWOP writer Wendy's very funny debut, I'm Not the New Me.)

Last night I went to see Hotel Rwanda. I don't really have anything to say, except that I didn't sleep well last night. Not well at all.