opening night

So much has happened in the past week that has managed to downplay my final concert with AiR.

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AOII Rose Ball, Saturday night. I had debated for days on whether to go or not and was finally convinced that I must certainly attend what would have been my last Rose Ball as a senior had I not decided to graduate a semester early. It was not how I had expected it to be, for good and for bad. Lots of dancing. Too much drinking. Sweet pictures with friends. Mental breakdown on the bus ride home. Thai brunch the next morning to rejuvenate my deadened senses.


Brian convinced me to go


Me and my Pi Family

That was one hell of a last hurrah.

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Sunday afternoon, I was introduced to this guy named Joe. Joe is a friend of a friend of a sorority sister's boyfriend. Joe lives in Berkeley, is graduating with a degree in Integrative Biology, and will be working in the campus labs for the next year. Joe calls Redwood City, California, home, and enjoys watching sports and listening to an eclectic range of music.

Joe is also my new roommate.

Joe, Ratha, and I reconvened Monday evening, a mere 26 hours after having met our third roommate, to view and apply for our soon-to-be home in Oakland. Situated a block and a half away from Fenton's Creamery on Piedmont Avenue, this place is more wonderful than I could have ever imagined for a first-time apartment adventure. It is the lower unit of a duplex and in pristine condition. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a fireplace, and a back patio with roof access, connecting us to the upper unit, occupied by Haley (an AOII like me and Ratha), her boyfriend Matt (who introduced us to Joe, the current roommate of a friend of his he likes to work out with), and Pete, Matt's partner for Ortego, the entrepreneurial health food company they are running out of office unit located above their apartment on the roof level. Coincidentally, Matt and Pete had hired Rafi to do some consulting for their business in its infant stages. Funny, the way networking can work.

Two days after we submitted our application, we were approved to move in on May 8. I signed the contract last night, put in my porition of the deposit, and am now just waiting to receive the keys to my new humble abode. "Excited" does not even begin to describe the way I'm feeling. I will no longer have to put countless miles on my baby Rav4 (which I officially have named Lucy) in order to be where my life is.

I'll be sporadically dropping off stuff at my new place throughout the week, and I'm finishing up next weekend when Cathy is in town and can help me make decisions regarding interior decorating. Anyone else want to join in on the fun?

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In case you see me and I look like I got hit in the face with a baseball bat, be aware that it's just my seasonal allergies taking over and kicking my ass. There's no need for worry, but compassion would be greatly appreciated.

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I didn't want my last rehearsal to be like that. Absenteeism, tardiness, yelling, storming away in tears. But you know what they say: bad last rehearsal, good opening night. God, I hope they're right. Whoever "they" is.

AiR Spring Show opens tonight. Antics abound. Tears are likely. Fun times guaranteed.