Today's been an interesting day for me.

I went to see my friend perform in a modern opera version of Tartuffe, and it was cool, and all that, but the production kinda sucked ass. And, as is often the case with the collegiate level of performances, the acting of these classically trained vocalists also kinda sucked ass.

I largely blame the director, tho'. Clearly, she was really unsure of how to fill the time in between lyrics in such a cramped performance space, and most of these kids didn't seem to have any sort of method or Eisner training, which led to a lot of cartoonish filling time shenannigans. It was a nice little studio production, but not worth more than the $10 I paid.

Anyway, that wasn't really my point.

My point is that, even tho' my friend had his mom and his aunt and his best friend with her boyfriend -- both of whom used to be his roommates -- and then another friend with his girlfriend all there to cheer him on, my friend really seemed happiest to see me. I mean, really, truly weird! He just hugged me and didn't let go. It was so beautiful and wonderful, to be that appreciated. I mean, sure, I'd given him a really gorgeous card before the performance began and I wrote some pretty moving shit that apparently put him in exactly the right place for his closing performance, but still!

So. That's that. Me tootin' my own horn. [Hey, everybody, I'm someone to be appreciated!]

Blecch. Now I feel like an asshole. Huh. Oh, well! Too bad!