We had a wonderful night at Bufalo Club (yep, that's the spelling) this evening. Tonight's movie was Witness for the Prosecution. Oh, it was fantastic! Great story, great cast - I must single out Charles Laughton, who was a gem from start to finish. Anyway, it's a wonderful movie. And I've got to start keeping track of what movies we see, as I've been assigned the task of constructing the Bufalo Club website (but visualize a glacier).
Tanya and I talked a lot, a super-lot, and it was good. Ryan came by at one point, but then he had to go do tech for a SMUDS production. He said I should go with him, but I was leery of going because I'm not the best-liked among that crowd, which is mostly my own fault because I was much too self-interested and weird when I first met these people back in 2000 for our production of The Crucible (in which I played Giles Corey). I want to build bridges back to them again, and I thought I had made progess with Murder for One, but I didn't make as much as I thought I did. Looking back, I was still desperate and not much fun to be around, even then. Learning to relax takes time.
On Thursday night we had a Saint Patrick's Day party at Ryan's - it was so much fun to see everyone again and have a few Guinness. There was a lot of re-living of my August going-away party, but only through pictures. I don't know if we'll ever be able to top that. =)
I could also live without the bare patches on my arms that persist for months. It really doesn't take much duct tape to make a mess of one's arm hair situation.