The start of the weekend

Last night I auditioned for Vicky's and Reece's short plays, which are being put on at the Miscellaneous Theatre Festival at the end of term. The auditions were being held in Reece's room, and Vicky's room was the waiting room. By the time I arrived there were three or four strangers there, reading over speeches silently and filling out forms. I spend about 20% of my time in Vicky's room, and I needed to blow my nose, so I went and sat on her bed and took some of her tissues before starting to read. Everyone stared at me. I was the most fearless auditioner.

"At least you didn't go on my computer," Vicky said later.

Afterwards we went to the ent (or "dance party", as it may more comprehensibly and cheerfully be termed) in the Cellars, and had a much-needed awesome time. I was slightly feeling the lack of a male person to dance with, as neither Bethmo, Alex nor Andrew were there, but then Sam, who I hadn't seen for some days and who has in the interrim gotten his hair cut almost unrecognizably short (well, it's still chin-length), showed up. We went out behind the chapel and worried mutually about me leaving Cambridge at the end of the year. Finally I started shivering and went back inside to the hot, damp dance-floor in time for the final song. Walked home with the vets, feeling happy.