January 4th, 2005

Illustmaker me

Old home call

Nicked from seangaffney
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I got a phone call last night from an old high school friend, checking on my Indonesian exchange sister (she's fine). It had been ages since I heard from him, but oddly, I'd thought about him only two days ago when someone at deleterius talked about people who have multiple names (this particular person had five of of them--two middle names at birth, plus a confirmation name added when he was sixteen). He used to pick me up for school in a ratty old Subie, and when it finally went to the junk heap, he gave me the key as a good luck charm with the hope that someday I would finally learn to drive. (I have my license finally; being able to drive is a slightly different matter. The world is safer with me carless.) On more than one occasion, he showed up and we decided to ditch (er, um... of course, I would never ever ditch school, ever), at which point we watched Disney movies or The Wizard of Oz. Wild child days. He's annoyed that I haven't found a local theater group. I said they were mostly semi-pro in Boston, and he made me very happy by snapping at me in an irritated way and saying, "So what? You're good enough to be semi-pro, for God's sake."

Grin. I haven't been on a stage since my freshman year of college (though I showed up in my campus soap, I don't count that, since I wrote it and directed it), so I doubt any skill I used to have is still there--I've sublimated all of the things I picked up acting to characterization in writing--but it's nice to hear from someone who still remembers me as a drama club rat and thinks well of me in that regard. I'm not interested in the backstage drama of semi-pro local theater, so I doubt I'll do anything about it, but still. Makes me homesick for the smell of pancake make-up baking under stage-lights.
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