May 25th, 2016

I like pretty things


introverted me is exhausted. Today I:

- had to go to UT for an errand
- had lunch at 24 diner with a friend who was having a tough time with his relationship.
- did French class
- went to happy hour at Drink.Well because a friend texted me and I was trying to nurture the relationship
- went to a 3 hour mask workshop

The mask workshop, I didn't want to go to it, but knew it would be fun. And it was. The first mask I took was an angry mask, so I removed it and took a more mischevious mask, and I had fun with that. And other people loved it and told me they wanted to see more of it.


I apparently still have a kernel of improv skill left. The best part was Marc was there and we played a scene together and he said: "That's how every IFE scene was." And I laughed and said, "Basically we have a blast on stage even if the audience doesn't enjoy it." I remember that, we always were so happy with ourselves, even if I knew it wasn't a good show. Ah, IFE.

It was weird being at the hideout, I am so removed from all that. I can't even remember the last time I was at the hideout theatre, on that stage, or what was the last show I watched.

It feels like a stage of life that I have left behind, but there is still a steel coil attached to me because of my husband.