So I am going to be in Vicky's play, "Quitter", which is by now a quite heavily reworked version of a tape-recorded conversation she had with two of our guy friends while one of them was trying to quit smoking. Due to a severe lack of male actors it's now become an all-female play, which does interesting things to the dynamic - the tone of it is sort of flippant with a strong undertone of aggression, and it becomes very different when it's three girls rather than two boys and a girl. The most extroverted and loud part will have to be played pretty carefully, but it might be better done by someone who doesn't know who it's based on. Or maybe anyone who doesn't know will just be utterly confused. We shall see; we're having a reading on Friday and they're assigning the parts then.
Have spent the afternoon essaying pleasantly and effectively (need to do as much as I can of the next Victorian essay so I can actually enjoy formal on Wednesday rather than having to rush home and write), and tonight I'm going to drop off the money for my May Ball ticket and go and see "The Science of Sleep" with divers like-minded people. The May Ball money plus the shoes I bought yesterday (from Topshop, sort of aquamarine round-toe pumps with little eyelets, a mary-jane strap, chunkyish wood heels) is making me feel unpleasantly spendthrifty. But they're both necessities in their own ways, I suppose.
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