Thank Jesus...

It's a phrase I've been using a lot lately.

But the biggest reason is that last night I found out that my long-anticipated Passport (the one that took me up Mt. Everest and back down just to find out where it was, has been mailed and should be on my doorstep (well, my parent's doorstep) sometime early next week!

But in other news, last night was a blast! If I haven't told you I'm a worrier, and I get twice as stressed out as anyone else in most situations that warrant stress. As much as this is probably doing some kind of damage to my heart/blood pressure/etc, I LOVE IT. I relish stress sometimes. Usually not when its over schoolwork, but moreso when it is over fun stuff. One such example is last night. I found out at 3 that my friend wanted me to manage house for his show (he's directing a student production of Damn Yankees). Anyway, He asked me by sending me a text message that read: "If you do me a favor I can guarantee you a seat at every performance." I had told him I planned on coming to every one of his four performances. Little did I realize it was bleacher seating, but that's a another post. Anyway, I said FINE! and off I went to be a house manager. Now it was been so long since I worked house crew, and I have never managed before. Yet I think it went off rather well. There were a few hitches. I ran around like a chicken with its head cut off to make a sign like ten minutes before I hd to be to the hall, but that worked out wel. We PACKED them in (about 90 people where we shoudl only have had about 72, but that's okay as well because he was just excted that ANYBODY wanted to see his show. Over al, it went off without a hitch: the lights were unplugged for about five minutes at the begining of act 2, everyone complained of cramped quarters 9and thereby cramped knees, and I was a little disappointed that I had fucked up royally over the number of people (not entirely my fault, the run crew who were letting people into the hall were not heccking for their hand stamps which meant that about 15 people came in wihtout checking with me first and since I was keeping a tally of how many people we were letting in (my major responsibility as manager), I was still letting people in. All in all, it shoudl be resolved by today. The show was great, ecept for the tight quarters, and I'm so proud of him for all the work he put into this and so pleased that I could be a part of it.

I have to go to class now (life goes on).

Just a question: what the fuck do the lyrics: "Who's got the pain when they do the mambo?" mean? I had no idea and was thoroughly confused at the end of act 1.

Much love and happiness!

JCM