Thursday, February 28, 2008
I believe that it is precisely periods like these that define my college experience and make me ever so happy to be alive:
Riding the post-show euphoria of 'well-done's and 'good job's, actually having time to attend random events (like Sophomore Skimmer tonight and a talk by BILL CLINTON tomorrow! Im excited), meetups with long neglected friends for lunch and Spring Break preparations, and of course: you, you, you. :)
The show itself was amazing: We had a decent Friday crowd and a sell-out Saturday. Everything went by so quickly, bringing back reminiscent memories from 2 Rapture concerts back in high school. Quick costume changes, stinky changing rooms, blasting hip-hop as we danced around in our underwear for behind the scenes cameras. Not doing a single.bit.of.work during hellweek.
Painfully embarrassing videos on stage (I swear: every Asian girl probably thinks I'm gay) Stage lights of white, red, purple. The infectious, amazing, screaming crowd, yelling out your name and waving signs. The roar of delight when they saw us bounding on stage, half naked, with coconuts strapped to our bodies. Hahaha. And the dancing. The actual dancing on the stage, doing that one move we've been perfecting for the past 5 months, gone in a flash, but perfectly executed. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Even the merciless tinikling sticks seemed slower, giving me time to anticipate, think, look up into the audience and smile. :)
Smiling. Post concert, with flowers and group photos and back-pats. "Thank you for coming and hope you enjoyed the show"s, jokes with silly half-grins ("I swear: I'm not gay. Really!") Recounting, over and over and over again, just which parts the audience loved.
I also have to make the announcement that I, seemingly infallible, heartless, commitment phobic, cynical, flirtatious (haha, or so I think), heartbreaking, fickle and fussy me has succumbed and has had my heart stolen, by the one squirrel-looking girl I've ever wanted in Penn. :)
And its been bliss, pure bliss. Without the risk of this post falling into the trap of self-indulgency... oh, who am I kidding, it already has. Pancakes in the morning, pair profile pictures, coffee on my walkshift, engaging, silly conversations, and blissful, cuddly mornings that make me never want to get out of bed.
I know I sound disgustingly happy and positively glowing, but I don't care.
Now... perhaps I should get some work done for those 4 midterms next week.
he rocked the party at 1:07 AM |
