Ooh la la

So I haven't posted in, oh say, forever. Kinda because when my time to post rolled around last week, the cat I've had and revered since childhood was put to sleep and that was the most scarring two days of my entire life and I wasn't even at home to witness it. So that pretty much sucked and now I refuse to love any other cat, which is going to be weird because that cat I've had for 2 years now is at home waiting for me. It's weird to have something that isn't just a pet that one loves, but is also kind of a last vestige of childhood go away. Now that I've graduated from college and am more or less working, my family has moved, my beloved pets have died, and now I'm moving back home. It's kind of odd because I suspect there will be a very different dynamic in the family. But that's a longer story for another time I suppose.

In other news, I've spent most of this and last week packing and saying my goodbyes. Last Friday I had the dress rehearsal for the Boston Camerata concert. That was also the day that Hobie was put to sleep, so at dinner Oliver shared a bottle of wine with me. And by shared I mean that we couldn't finish it and pawned it off on Alex and Brooke so that he and I would still be able to walk home. We then went back to my apartment in theory to watch the Grudge, which I seem to have misplaced, and watched instead Elektra. I'm not kidding when I say that it was the worst movie I've seen in a long time. Daredevil was at the very least coherent and enjoyable, though not a cinemagraphic masterpiece. Elektra, on the other hand, had gorgeous cinematography, but it didn't matter because the dialogue and storyline were so contrite and stupid that it was hard to focus on the pretty pictures. After it finished we all kind of sat in stunned silence for a few minutes trying to figure out where our last two hours went. Yeah. Not pretty.

Saturday was the actual day of the concert and it was fairly awesome. Better than I expected, not just Medieval music, but humorous moments as well. Although I would argue that all in all it was really well put together, the "tech" rehearsal before the actual performance was like pulling teeth and I was pretty confused by the end of it. One of the singers is married to the director Joel Cohen, so there was a goodly amount of arguing between the two of them that probably wouldn't have happened with another singer. Also, his wife was so absurdly anal that I can't really conceive of where her mind was. She kept suggesting things that, twould it been me, I would have completely thrown by the wayside in the interest of time. But, as I said, the concert turned out well and there was cake afterward though we didn't stay for any. At least we got free cheese.

Other than that there's not a whole lot going on besides the general packing. Because I've been busy and/or sleeping for most of this week, no crazy people have had the time to accost me, though there were a few moments on the T when I could see the gleam in someone's eye. That's what ipods are for. Also, Emily sent me an article today that basically states that emoticons are the harbinger of the Apocalypse. Yes. Yes they are.