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i’d like to thank the academy

oh, it was that good. relive one of the best weekends of my life with me:

Saturday, 2:30 PM: nerves got the better of me. laced up my shoes and went out for a run. i was full of nervous energy, like i haven’t been in a very long time, and when i got to the place i usually turn left on this particular seven mile loop, i turned right and ran around the boulder reservoir to tag on an extra six and a half miles. i was running fast too, for an easy jog, so it was surprising to finish thirteen and change with the edge barely taken off my energy. it left me a little thirsty, so then, water and two showers. more water.

5:30 PM: off to the show: i’m there forty-five minutes early, which gives me a solid hour and a half to change into a white tee shirt and a pair of jeans. shockingly, i was ready in time. the show was a huge thrill, not like anything i’ve done in years and years. it was so intense, and so much straight-up fun, and such a fun bonding time, and such a relief when it was over. i was so nervous the entire time, sitting backstage, shaking and pacing back and forth, trying to remember my lines (“yes, sir”) . what an experience.

10:30 PM: post-show margarita and brief carousing.

11:30 PM: my boss’ birthday party

Sunday, 1 AM: bed.

6:30 AM: woke up and decided to go run in the Boulder Distance Carnival. this choice may have been ill-advised, as by this time i was starting to feel the effects of saturday’s run and festivities. but it was nearby and i thought it would be badass: two puffs of the inhaler and i was out the door in a red cotton tee shirt that says “cheerios” in big yellow letters. my keys and registration money were in my little clip-on pocket , responsible for gouging a bloddy hole in my right hip for the past couple of months. i ran to the race, feeling smug all the while about not taking all this too seriously and was registered in plenty of time. i lined up near the front and we were off, and i settled into a safe pace running next to a czechoslovakian woman. after a few miles i learned she was running twice as far as me. nuts. figured i’d do a favor and pace her while i could. i found out later that she finished third in the LA marathon this march: hot damn.

we gradually picked off people and i wished her good luck and peeled off to go toward the finish line: second!

in the weenie race, but it was still exciting. got my name in the paper, page D6.

9 AM: ran home

10 AM: sunday school. “to motivate today’s discussion, who can tell me what word beginning with ‘p’ has applied to every religion we’ve studied this semester?”

“partiotic!”

“prayer!”

“pews!”

“ok, word beginning with p-a-t-r-i-a-r-c-h”

“patriotic!”

“prosthetic!”

sigh. so we abandoned patriarchal religions, for once, and studied religions of the goddess, which were unanimously pronounced Cool.

1 PM: back to the theater. the sunday matinee went without a hitch, and being much too tired to stress out made it that much more enjoyable. i could really get into this type of thing, smiling and bowing, pretending to be a swashbuckling, sweaty, and annoyed radio operator. the whole experience is very zen, very much living in the moment and focusin on your immediate presence. if you take a treachery and deceit attitude about it (“I know he’s going to die, but THEY don’t know it yet” etc.) it won’t be any good: the only choice, for me is to be in the moment, be focused, and Be The Swashbuckling Radioman. Maybe the people who are really good at this kind of acting stuff don’t need to put that kind of focus into it, but I do, and it sure is fun.

told you so: it was a really exciting weekend.