So I got two -- not one -- two messages from none other than the amazing Allen Edwards today. It made my day. Especially when I checked my voicemail from the Ann Taylor phone, as my cell was off and charging. I grinned when I heard that beloved voice saying "I miss you" -- so broadly my cheeks hurt.
Tried calling him back, but apparently an off phone doesn't kick in the caller ID, so I tried the GCC switchboard but his roommates didn't know his number, then tried the Gee, but no luck. (I'm not nearly as good as G-woman at stalking.) So I zipped him an e-mail, and then suddenly he called me back.
And I got to talk to a whole bunch of my beautiful Grover friends while they celebrated a successful production of Much Ado about Nothing at King's.
It seems Allen and Neil both thanked me in the program for introducing them to theater. God, I miss Grove City. (Save me a program, guys.)
What am I doing so far from Pennsylvania?
Not to be too morose...I like my life. But I don't love it. I've learned and grown so much, but I'll be glad when this phase comes to a close.
Looks like it's going to be grad school or teaching, Lord willing. (Can I just hear back from Notre Dame? I don't even care what the answer is anymore. But so many questions -- where I'm going to live, what kind of job I'm going to have -- depend on what I hear from the university.)
I'm calling them Monday to see when I'm getting an answer.
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IM me your mailing address and I'll send you a copy of the program, if you'd like.
I feel every word. We're both too far away and missing an incredible weekend of theatre. The days will, in fact, get better.
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