Well, I had a lazy morning. The feet ached enough that I couldn't be arsed to go to the supermarket to buy bay leaves, so I did without. The chicken stock won't suffer; by the time I was through, three carrots, one and a half onions, and several stalks of celery gave their lives to the process. This is gonna be the best chicken and dumplings ever.
I finished Through the Looking Glass
this morning, too. Alice's stories are insane, but I really liked her adventures. I'll try to write a coherent review tomorrow.
I did make it to Jerad's memorial and found out lots of really fantastic things about him, which makes me even more upset that I didn't have the opportunity to see him perform and that I didn't have the time to get to know him better. It was a lovely get-together, and over fifty people showed up. I expected to see Phil's friends Scott and Mary, but I also saw Bill and Nell, who are from the play reading group. An unexpected delight was Rose, who played Queen Eleanor in The Lion in Winter
twice last year, and she even recognized me! She acted with Jerad once, and they were friends for about ten years.
I'd committed to be the stage manager for a couple of abridged Shakespeare plays with Scott directing, but that project has been put on the shelf. Jerad had performed the Shakespeare one-acts with Scott before, and I think Scott's retiring the project indefinitely because
Jerad's gone. Scott and Mary saw something else last night that lit a fire under his butt, so we may do something completely different later this year, but for now, I'm free to spend more time at the Mysterium. I e-mailed Marla to let her know, because I really want to learn as much as I can about all the behind-the-scenes stuff of theater as well as performing again. I think she's going to start me in box office, and I'm perfectly happy to donate my time in exchange for an education. That's how apprenticeships work, right?
I was supposed to go to a church thing tonight, but my entire body is in an uproar for a few different reasons, so I'm giving myself the night off. Phil's there, so there goes my chance to see him today; BOO. (He was at work during the memorial.) I'll put Inception
in the DVD player and then reread a Sherlock fanfic I read a few weeks ago that was a crossover. It was really very interesting, but I couldn't remember all the rules from the movie, so this will refresh my memory. If you're interested in a Sherlock BBC/Inception one-shot, here's the fic rec:
Title: I Deduce In My Sleep
Fandoms: Sherlock (BBC) and Inception
Characters/Pairing: Sherlock/John (implied), plus Ariadne, Arthur, and Cobb
Summary: John Watson doesn't quite recognize the agitated man in his dream screaming about idiots, but he knows that he's important somehow.
Happy Saturday night and Sunday morning, y'all. ♥