Don't Cry Over Spilt Paint

I am currently working as the assistant stage manager for the opera. The opera is a somewhat legendary event that takes place awkwardly in our theatre. The music department provides the director, conductor, orchestra, and singers while the theatre provides the crew heads and some designers. The other designers are hired from outside Baylor. It's a hectic time that is very useful for seeing what not to do with a show.

Last night, we had a transition rehearsal so that the actors could practice the scene changes a couple of times and learn traffic patterns and such. However, the backstage was kind of messy because the set crew still had some building materials and such around. We were shoving it behind the back curtain, so that the backstage area would be clear. Zach and Kirstin and I had to carry a stack of plywood through a narrow area past the cart that was loaded down with tools and we knocked something off. I just walked right on it thinking it was a crowbar or something similar and knowing that I could not do anything about it at the time. We dropped the wood and I turned around to see what had fallen and it was a bucket of paint.

Most of the paint had poured out, but I picked up the can and put on the lid. Zach started commenting on the trail of paint left from someone's shoe and I realized that I had paint on my shoe. I then touched my shoulder for some reason not realizing that I had paint on my fingers and transferred some paint to my shirt. Kirstin immediately licked her finger and started rubbing on my shirt. Joey was there by that time and decided to take off my shoe so he started untying my shoe while Zach wanted to check my other shoe and picked up my ankle and started pulling me back. My sense of balance is not optimal, therefore Mike turned up and thought it would be fun to pull me the other way. Finally, I warded them all off and simply scraped my shoe clean on the stage floor since there was already a giant glob of paint and it was behind the stage anyway. About this time, the director came to us and asked if we were ready to start rehearsal. I yelled, "No!" and ran out of the theatre to wash my hands. Later, I had to explain that I had paint on my fingers not that I was upset.

So, Zach, Kirstin, Joey, Mike, and I, with our powers combined we are the theatre people saving the opera, one misadventure at a time.

Photo Hunter: Furry

Ironic timing? I thought so too. Here's my newest furry fascination, our beloved Jasper:

And as always, there is the queen of my heart, Hanes:

Photo Hunter

Jasper

Remember that mouse that randomly became a part of my household? Turns out our precious Bella was mistakenly identified. Jasper is now the man of the house...and ruggedly handsome at that.

Question Mark?

It is currently 25 degrees outside. It has been 25 degrees or lower all night. I had to scrape ice off my car to drive the three blocks home last night. School is delayed until 10 (which does me no good becuase my first class is at 10:10).

So why on earth did the sprinklers come on last night?

Bella

I never thought I would be a rodent person, but Bella has won my heart. In fact, my emotions on Friday started with confusion, moved to infatuation, then anxiety. The addition of a pet does not upset me, but I was having difficulty understanding the reasoning. On Friday, all I could fabricate are as follows.

Plausible reason #1: Christina had an impluse buy.

Plausible reason #2: Christina's bio-pre-med major required her to take care of a mouse before some lab experiment.

Finally, late in the evening I was able to ask Christina and was happy to learn that Bella was a semi-impromtu present and very definately NOT a lab experiment. I never had much admiration for rodents, including the sterotypical hamster or gerbil, but I am absolutely smitten. It's love at the first sight of her goofy looking spotted clumsiness.

Errands

I was just thinking that my life was pretty boring because I didn't have anything to blog about lately. Then today happened.

This morning I was able to spend a half hour with my roommate. We had a pretty monotous conversation about weekend plans and she said she was going to run some errands and go to a sorority retreat. Nothing out of the ordinary, but when I came home this afternoon, this is what I saw:

Let me walk you through what you see. 1) There was no sign of a package when I checked the mail today. 2) The box in the back is for a hamster cage, the yellowish bag is for wood shavings like those you put at the bottom of a hamster cage, and the green bag is rodent food.

Naturally, I searched deeper and when I went into Christina's room this is what I found:

I don't think this is what other people's roommates typically classify as "errands." Then again, maybe it's just me.

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday, David! Hope it was wonderful!