Scylla and Pyro's party
Jan. 25th, 2004 12:54 pm
The obligatory drunken digicam photo: this was meant to be a portrait of
macrina, whose burgundy gown contrasted gorgeously with the dark green walls and oak furniture, but my hand slipped.
It was a wonderful party. I ran late after not knowing what time the car was going, threw on makeup and clothes in a somewhat haphazard manner and had to take my corset with me and be laced up there. Once we arrived I realised I was seriously underdressed; everyone else was in brocade and wigs and pirate coats (there was a distinct 17th century trend, although I don't know if that was deliberate). Still, I managed to close my corset comfortably to 22", which is progress - it would be nice to get down to 20" by Whitby (not by losing weight, I hasten to add - just through practise). Anyway Sarah and James were lovely and there was pizza and chips and dips and lots of lots of booze - although I managed to temper my drinking and alternated between wine and orange juice (at least for the first bit) so by 3am I was still coherent, if swaying lots, which is the first time I've stayed within the bounds of relative moderation, and just made everything so much better. No ex angst, no random tears, no humiliating behaviour (well, not much, anyway). I talked to
naranek for ages, although I can't remember what about, and
surje about Slimelight and art and wacom tablets and things, which was lovely. There were two guys from James' work there, both French, looking very lost and confused, who I talked at for a bit and said some embarrassing things about my babygothness at 16 ("how old are you now," asked Theirry, "16 and a half?"). Thierry was a pianist and very cute in a glasses-and-black-poloneck sort of way, but by the end of the evening someone had got him in black lipstick and a dress, which was entertaining but less cute. There was an absolutely stunning grand piano, which various people played (far too many talented people - and I hadn't realised how great a singer/pianist
devalmont was) and resulted in a highly amusing drunken singsong of such classics as "Wild Rover", "Great Balls of Fire" and "Bohemian Rhapsody". Then there was Rocky Horror goodness and we all did the Time Warp while trying not to tread on the Scalectrix which sort of covered the floor. I managed to get a lift back at 3am, which I 'd been worried about as it was in the middle of the Anglia countryside and there were no buses on a Sunday, if at all, and I remembered the code to the front gate for the first time ever. All was good.
I got back to find an email from the Yeomen of the Guard people, which said:
"I wanted to let you know that we really liked your audition. We do have one other person we're supposed to hear, but she had to go to London today. I'm waiting to hear back from her to see if she'll even be able to audition for us. So I will have to leave you hanging until tomorrow! I promise to let you know, one way or the other, as soon as I can."
I think that makes it sound like I'm their first choice out of the people they've heard so far. I was very pleased with my audition, actually. It was quite possibly my best singing ever (I'm improving so rapidly at the moment it's exhilarating), and although my acting was only mediocre they seemed happy with it. We shall see.
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on 2004-01-25 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2004-01-25 06:23 am (UTC)Please send the interesting goths to Leeds? I'm exceptionally glad you had such a wonderful time, though, and that there was so much to take your mind off the ex factor, etc.
It sounds to me like you've pretty much got the part! Hurrah! I am so coming to see it. :) Perhaps I can coincide it with a trip to The Calling.
And also! I'm going to have to do some serious corsetting if I'm going to compete with you at Whitby, missy! Damn you! Which corset is this? I'm going to buy a new one this week, I hope... xxxx
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on 2004-01-25 06:52 am (UTC)The corset was my steel-boned fetish fair one which I wore over the black gypsy boob tube. It was very breast-y. I'm not going to buy ANYTHING until Whitby because I want to be able to spend lots and lots of money on clothes there. Huzzah! All the camgoths are going so you can meet them then :) xx
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on 2004-01-25 07:40 am (UTC)Yeah, I don't know if I'll get to The Calling this semester - both my English seminars are going to be on Wednesdays. First thing in the morning. Greeeat. Serves me right, I spose, for having such a good timetable last term. I will definitely try and come and see Yeomen, and it is going to have to be one of the early nights because of Vagina Monologues being at the end of that week.
I have so much to tell you about the munch! (insert bounce here)
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on 2004-01-25 08:09 am (UTC)and yay for yesterday! I can't wait for the cam one ... *awaits filtered entry with glee*
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on 2004-01-25 05:52 pm (UTC)I'm going to try and book Whitby tickets over the phone tomorrow. I can't make the online ticketshop work.
Hope you're feeling better, and I'm sorry about the part. How irritating that they made you believe you might have got it. I obviously didn't get recalled for The Dream - they never put up a recall list, but I'm guessing they rang round instead. Unless it hasn't been up yet (doubtful). Bah to the thesps.
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on 2004-01-26 01:03 am (UTC)(I changed my mind and made the last post private, but since you and Robert have both emailled me about it, i have un-privated it. I feel silly.)
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on 2004-01-25 07:08 am (UTC)(Well, technically just outside in a little village.)
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on 2004-01-25 08:26 am (UTC)That e-mail *has* to be from one Claire V. S. Pike. There is no one else in the world who writes with that particular style...
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on 2004-01-25 08:28 am (UTC)