well past 7:15.

i only have fifteen minutes til class change so im going to do the best i can with the time alotted. in case you havent noticed, my naive assertion that posting one blog post per day is not only improbable but most days also impossible. i'll do my best to keep up, but consider this fair warning that there wont be a new one of these suckers every day.

meg & i went to see beau jest at the JCC wednesday to support two of our favorites from the highly diverse cast of fiddler, jackie and david. they were lovers. which was weird for me having known them. but they still did a superb job, despite the oddity of the match up.

we had planned to attend this show on opening night since the day we heard of it. immediately went into our phone calendars. so you know we meant business. later on a sparc performance was scheduled that same day, but being young and unaware of the unreliabilty of theatre performance times, we merely assumed we would be finished in time to make it for curtain.

the show started a little late, no big deal. except it WAS a big deal. my husband offhandedly informed me right when the show ended that it was 7:15 during my dainty june song. which let meg and i to draw to the (correct) conclusion that it was now WELL PAST 7:15, which was our desired time of leaving.

jelj checks her handy dandy wristwatch. it is now 7:30 on the dot. crap.

we burst out of the sparc building like a shot, exiting through a door i think is supposed to be reserved only for emergencies, flying by our friends whom we left in the dust (still wanna apologize for that, guys) and waving our arms in a mad frenzy.

meg checks her phone. deb is holding curtain for us. PRESSURE.

of course it takes us a whole 13 seconds to find megs car which was WAY more than alotted, and then the seat belts are stuck, the radio is blaring country music... everything was going wrong.

finally we get out, speeding, but enough so that we look like a blur and police cars dont usually stop blurs.

im screaming directions. meg is, of course, questioning my directions. but for once in my life i know whats up.

meg lets me out in the drive through at the front of the JCC. i jet out in front of the car, because that is where i must go in order to get to the building, not because i am stupid. and meg accidentally presses on the gas instead of the brake. close call with death involving cars and being late places #2. but this time, no hitchhiking.