Monday, March 17, 2008

• Worst LSD Trip, Ever.

  I only accomplished three things this weekend, which is good because usually I don't accomplish anything.
  
  Saturday was an accomplishment within itself.  I woke up at a reasonable hour after a good nights sleep of six hours.  Why is this important?  Because for the past week I've averaged four hours a night, due to over-scheduling and bad procrastination habits.  So I got six hours, and that's only the beginning.  I woke up at 8:30 and went to church choir at 9:00, where I learned that on Palm Sunday (the very next day) I would not be singing.  (This becomes important later!)  At 10:00, I went to the basement of the church for handbell choir rehearsal where our teen choir practiced "The Heavens Are Telling," a piano/handbell choir duet by Haydn.  By 11:00 I was home.
  
  During the afternoon, a few friends and I decided to go see Lewis Carroll's Alice In Wonderland at a New Jersey high school.  The drive was two hours and we watched Hook, a now seventeen-year-old movie. It was good, as compared to the musical, which fell flat on its face.  Don't get me wrong, I'm a big theatre critic but I usually forgive most small error as a result of nerves.  But this was a monstrosity!  It was bad enough I slept through the second act.  Alice had absolutely no actual emotion.  She was being played by a puppet; a puppet with a squeaky voice and no acting ability whatsoever.  To defend the choice of show, the program explained that it was "mainly done to show off the artist's abilities."  The students choreographed, costumed, did make-up for, did tech for, and created the whole damn stage.
  
  Where shall I begin?  Only the White Rabbit danced.  He was the only one.  He was good, and whosoever that kid is, I hope he gets the leading role next year because he was the only saving grace.  The tech was ok.  The make-up was fine.  The stage and set pieces were... bad.  There wasn't a set through most of it.  Maybe one tree onstage.  There were two backdrops.  One that was a hole, another that was a forest.  During the scene where Alice "fell" down the rabbit hole, she spun around on stage "crying" (if you'd even call it that, maybe forcefully wailing) while the techies flashed a strobe light. (Which made a lady in the audience have an episode)  But the real catch of the scene were the three stage hands, all dressed in black that came onstage and held above their heads wooden furniture that had been spray painted neon green and orange.  Why?  I have no idea.  Their shoes were bleach white sneakers and that was all I could focus on.  On the way home, we called our director's cell and told her about what happened.  Her only response was a moment of silence, and then she began to mutter the Hail Mary.  We hung up before she could finish.
  
  In retrospect, a little part of me died at that moment.
  
  That night, luckily, I fell asleep at ten PM after a conversation with my girlfriend.  I awoke twelve hours later.  Twelve!  I had never felt so awake since... since... September.  It was good feeling.  The rest of Sunday was spent filling out my voter registration card. (Because the PA primary is actually going to mean something, despite being four months post Super Tuesday)  I chose to be democrat, because McCain is already the Republican candidate.  I don't even know what to think of the Democrat party candidates anymore.  I don't particularly care for McCain, but with the Michigan primary being repeated, I can only see trouble on the horizon.  I mean, I'm glad I'm able to vote in the upcoming election, it's my civic duty, but I don't even know what kind of a choice I'll have.  The Democrats are in scramble mode, but everything is just kind of falling apart.
  
  And, finally, today, now yesterday, I finished my English essay- my third accomplishment of the weekend.  It's five pages long and took me a good four hours to complete, but I'm pleased with the result.
  
  But for tonight, I'll leave you with the evil theme of Shane's flash movie.  (It's more interesting than a five page paper, no?)
  
  Three days until Spring Break.
  
  

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