Red Fortress Love
May. 24th, 2006 11:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
revieloutionneThe PTO Conference began, simply, with a car ride down to Oxford. I arrived quite early in the afternoon, and headed to King to see if I had a return email from Amy with her fiance's phone number, so that I could let him know when I'd be coming to the house to spend the night. It had not yet arrived. It never arrived. I found a copy of "Games for Actors and Non-Actors" by Augusto Boal, and started reading it, interspersed with other bits of writing and a bit of internetery.
At nine, the library closed. I headed to the house and slightly surprised the fiance, who had heard nothing after the copyof the email Amy wrote me saying "If I'm the only one who responded,let me know, and I'll email you his number." I spent the night on an air mattress. It was noisy.
The next morning, I parked just west of campus on Spring St. and walked, uncomfortably, with all of my stuffto the CPA lot on the other side of campus (the short way). I was there for about an hour before anyone else arrived, because I thought the intent was to leave the lot at 8, not start loading then. Not that the intent much mattered, because Zanny and Ribar had slept through alarm(s?) and were running late.
We pack everything in and set out, and get to bonding, because the seven of us (Me, Bryan, Zanny, Ribar, Matt, Rosemary, and Dan) would not have hung out were we not forced together by circumstance. Not that we particularly disliked each other, or even were strangers, we just run in different circles, generally. The can ride is nine-ishhours, and quite entertaining. Mad-Libs, stories, Never Have I Ever, "What the god damn?", Sarah's excessive concern for her lottery tickets when Zanny spilled her water at Sbarro, mocking of Zanny's name appearing as "Zane" on all trip materials, lots and lots of inside joke-making, Zanny's nipples, Rosemary's romantic history (abridged, I'm sure), the most sketch-tastic gas station I've ever been in, worries of being lost (but not really being lost), and the Christening of the Red Fortress made the ride a good one.
We got to Chapel Hill, got vaguely settled into our rooms, and headed out for dinner. The three-day workshop attendees, who had been in Chael Hill for three days already guided us to Franklin Street, gave us a time to meet up to head back to the dorm, and split up for food, leaving the Red Fortress alone to find food. That was the first sign of things to come. We ate at this awesome little place called Spanky's, and the server was quite of the attractive. We head back to the dorm, a bit late, but knowing where we were headed (though it seemed Amanda and Lindsay thought otherwise, because we were the Red Fortress, and they were Facilitators, or some such). Then, rehearsal, done in a tiny dorm lounge and not somewhere remotely conductive to rehearsing, working out blocking, and just generally being... guh.
I'm pretty sure I headed right to bed after that, because we didn't use the basement until we had alcohol, and though we already had plans to stop at a grocery store and take advantage of the kitchenettes on each floor, we hadn't any alcohol yet. Also, Bryan found a refrigerator in the basement that night.
This seems like a good place to break.
At nine, the library closed. I headed to the house and slightly surprised the fiance, who had heard nothing after the copyof the email Amy wrote me saying "If I'm the only one who responded,let me know, and I'll email you his number." I spent the night on an air mattress. It was noisy.
The next morning, I parked just west of campus on Spring St. and walked, uncomfortably, with all of my stuffto the CPA lot on the other side of campus (the short way). I was there for about an hour before anyone else arrived, because I thought the intent was to leave the lot at 8, not start loading then. Not that the intent much mattered, because Zanny and Ribar had slept through alarm(s?) and were running late.
We pack everything in and set out, and get to bonding, because the seven of us (Me, Bryan, Zanny, Ribar, Matt, Rosemary, and Dan) would not have hung out were we not forced together by circumstance. Not that we particularly disliked each other, or even were strangers, we just run in different circles, generally. The can ride is nine-ishhours, and quite entertaining. Mad-Libs, stories, Never Have I Ever, "What the god damn?", Sarah's excessive concern for her lottery tickets when Zanny spilled her water at Sbarro, mocking of Zanny's name appearing as "Zane" on all trip materials, lots and lots of inside joke-making, Zanny's nipples, Rosemary's romantic history (abridged, I'm sure), the most sketch-tastic gas station I've ever been in, worries of being lost (but not really being lost), and the Christening of the Red Fortress made the ride a good one.
We got to Chapel Hill, got vaguely settled into our rooms, and headed out for dinner. The three-day workshop attendees, who had been in Chael Hill for three days already guided us to Franklin Street, gave us a time to meet up to head back to the dorm, and split up for food, leaving the Red Fortress alone to find food. That was the first sign of things to come. We ate at this awesome little place called Spanky's, and the server was quite of the attractive. We head back to the dorm, a bit late, but knowing where we were headed (though it seemed Amanda and Lindsay thought otherwise, because we were the Red Fortress, and they were Facilitators, or some such). Then, rehearsal, done in a tiny dorm lounge and not somewhere remotely conductive to rehearsing, working out blocking, and just generally being... guh.
I'm pretty sure I headed right to bed after that, because we didn't use the basement until we had alcohol, and though we already had plans to stop at a grocery store and take advantage of the kitchenettes on each floor, we hadn't any alcohol yet. Also, Bryan found a refrigerator in the basement that night.
This seems like a good place to break.
