A Curious Girl: A magical evening, and an unexciting birthday

I attempted to write a diary entry yesterday evening after the show, but for some reason it didn't work, grr.

Anyways, I had a magical evening (see last entry for an explanation... it'll make this entry make much more sense)

Everything turned out OK. With the weird string of coincidences that allowed me to get there (for instance, dropping Psychology and not English!! :-) ), I was worried that something would go wrong, that I'd get the wrong time or the wrong money, or it would end really late and the parents would scream at me.

Arrived on time with the correct money. And it ended sooner than I'd expected, giving me time to stick around and talk to Duck. When I arrived, Connie halted me at the door - I told her about Mrs. Smith's note and she said, 'Wait there! You're not going until you've got a ticket!' But I wasn't daunted, I'd expected some problems and considering I could just call Videesha over, who would probably know about Mrs. Smith's arrangement, it was OK, and I got in. Besides, I know Connie, she's not just some strange ticket collector who wouldn't care, and I don't feel obliged to obey her every command :-) When it appeared to be starting, I told her I was going to go and ask about getting in and she was fine. I think she was just teasing me :-). Had to sit on a bench, but it was a pretty good view, I was right at the front. They were singing 'It's a long way to Tipperary', presumably to warm the audience up, and I was about to start singing when I saw... well, guess! I was scanning the audience - we were arranged in rows on the sides of the hall except for the stage end (I was on the left side), and I spotted Mariah, who's going to the Arctic in April, and left our school last summer, and then another ex-student who was also ex-headboy, ex-Christian Union member, ex-obsessive crush but still all round nice guy David!

The fact that it was by total 'luck' that I was there at all, being confronted by an old friend I hadn't seen in months was enough to make me cry. Severely scolded self for tearing up at the sight of an old ember, especially when it was during a cheerful song and everyone on the other side of the hall could probably see me struggling not to burst into tears because my brilliant evening had just unexpectedly got better.

And the production was excellent. Great set, great choreography, superb cast, I had a great time. The ending was very moving - and in the last few moments, all the wars after that 'War to end all wars' were display on one of those electric banners... there are so many! The last one was 2001 - War on Terrorism... it was probably the most wrenching of all. We are at war now. Does humanity ever learn from its mistakes?

Now on to more trivial matters! As we were going home, Clive told me that I can't have my 18th birthday party at the rugby club as we had originally planned, so we're going to have to have it at home. I'm annoyed about this... I get the feeling they are downsizing it every moment; I know that as they're the ones with the cash they do have final say over things, but it's my birthday! It already sounds like they'll be having more fun than me. I need to work out a new plan quick. They decided the date the party would be on, they decided where it would be, they decided not to have a DJ but to play CDs and I could cope with that. Now they've decided to have it at home, and soon it'll probably be, 'We've decided, what with family and all, there won't be space for your friends!' Clive told me that if it was at home I might have to invite fewer people... But if it's at home, most of my plans go awry anyway. Horrible though this sounds, I don't really want my family there if I have to have it at home - excluding Nicky, naturally :-) In the rugby club it would have been OK as there is lots of space for people to wander around and do their own thing. At home we'll be crammed into my suburbian house, where undoubtedly the adults will win on deciding what we do, where my antics can be watched over by a matriarchal (patriarchal!) eye. I don't want to have an orgy anyway, I just want to have fun, but *sigh* it's probably not going to be much fun when we're forever bumping into adults who will want space to do their 'thing' before granting space to birthday girl and co for our 'thing'. It also means that if there's not a disco, I will want to stick with my friends much more because I'll be entertaining, and the adults all know each other anyway... it means that I can't spend time talking to everyone as much - conversing with aunties and uncles etc.

Speaking of adults, I asked Eric if he'd like to come to my 18th when it was going to be in the rugby club. He said yes!! Cool!!! It'd be so cool to meet up. Unfortunately, with plans as they are, I don't know how to work this out. Ideas would be appreciated. On anything - how to get a good venue, fun party stuff to do, how to avoid some my friends getting themselves blind drunk and acting like complete idiots (involuntarily!).

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