--from Shakespeare in Love

Okay, so I was too harsh on my scene partners in my last entry.

I arrived at college before class, so we could rehearse the scene a few more times, and despite our differing levels of seriousness about the thing, we were all pretty much equal in terms of how well we'd memorized our parts. Which is to say that we all had the basic flow down pretty well, but that none of us actually knew every line word-for-word.

Still, we rehearsed the thing four times, getting better at it each successive time, and finding that if we didn't quite remember the exact words intended by the author, this was offset by the fact that we were all pretty good at rolling with the punches and keeping the scene going regardless of what was (or wasn't) said. Which was something.

Anyway, the actual performance came and if it was, in some ways, a travesty, it was an entertaining travesty at least. It went pretty well, in fact. And do note the quote in the sidebar, as that pretty much sums it up, I think.

Oh, but one more thing before I go... Sibley of Nonsequiturs is in New York for a few days. This, of course, is right in the thick of when I'm finishing everything, but I figured I'd be free on Sunday (and recovered from the essay by that point), so we agreed to meet then.

So I just got an e-mail from my uncle late last night, informing me that the unveiling of my grandparents' tombstones is going to take place this Sunday.

Nothing like a last-second plot twist to make things more interesting... I assume I'll be attending, and I don't know just what time I'll be back. Guess I'd better find out. Of course, in the meantime, Sibley's assuming we're still on for Sunday afternoon, which might still work, but we've got more details to work out than we'd thought... anyway, this next sentence is for her: I doubt you're online now, but if you are, and you're reading this, call me, okay?