The Lunar Eclipse Party (which we didn't actually realize was going to be a Lunar Eclipse Party until we emerged from the short film screening and saw the earth's shadow slowly obscuring the moon over the Downing spires) was excellent, and today has been a reasonably good post-party day. Even if it did start with remembering I had a rehearsal for Quitter, and having to throw myself into and out of the shower at great speed. That particular role, though, is only improved by having just woken up; it lends credibility to the "do you have to SHOUT ALL THE TIME" wincing.
The short films were surprisingly fun; Reece's was beautifully shot on grainy Super 8 and even featured me briefly, which was nice. My favourite, though, was one of the professional ones they showed towards the end, "The Delicious" (http://astateof.com/films/delicious/). Needless to say, much of the party was spent doing The Delicious, excitedly referring to red objects in the room as The Delicious, etc. Also playing with balloons (our every hope and dream was fulfilled as regarded the presence of balloons) and shouting at the moon to just eclipse already. Photo-odyssey here: http://cambridge.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2091010&l=16a40&id=36904377
At the moment I'm just kind of tired, and would like to be less busy. A few days at home would set me up nicely; sometimes I wish I lived in London and could dash home whenever I wanted. That's what you get for going to Fancy Universities Abroad, I suppose.
Off to continue writing my prac crit essay on a page of Peter Manson's Adjunct: An Undigest. Prac-critting a text that may well have been written using a random number generator feels like trying to catch fish with rubber gloves: weird.
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