going out with you is like watching a porno

Man, I don't think I realized how much I missed theater. I even miss being completely lost & confused onstage, because I'm onstage. I walked up to the theater today & paused before opening the door for a moment to marvel at how perfectly at home I felt. I'm still feeling a little lost with Irina--there are so many times when I don't know what I'm doing or where to even begin to react. But I know it'll come with work & time. & not only that, but I am bubblingly pleased because yesterday Taylor (I cannot call him Bill, even though he says to; I've called him Professor Taylor for far too long) called me over before rehersal & sat me down & said that I was giving a lot to him to work with, onstage, & he wasn't giving a lot back yet, but he was working on it, & that he really liked what I was doing. Given that I am singularly impressed with Taylor's scholarship, acting, & all around existence, & am sort of wonderfully intimdated by him, that pretty much made my day. & today when I was standing waiting for the boys after rehersal Harmony (the costume designer) mentioned that she was quite impressed with my work.
I was a silent kitchen maid last year. How did this happen? It's thrilling.

& to add to the goodness of this weekend so far, I have my bike--huzzah!--& a wireless card, double huzzah--I'm on my own computer right now! And after rehersal, Andy & I took Andrew to Pagliacci's & Dilletante's, neither of which he'd been to before, & sort of overwhelmed him with the deliciousness of it all. & then we played Werewolf in the lobby--which is a great game, similar to Mafia--with whoever we could find. Including Pam, who is researching drama kids as a subculture for her anthroplogy class. No, I'm not kidding. It makes me really pleased.