my schedule for next week in D.C. was fedexed to me today--looking at it, i squealed:

wednesday, april 17
7:30 pm - critic's institute sees "romeo & juliet" - the shakespeare theatre.

clint's show! he had told me he'd try to get me tickets if i had time during the week - he's got a small role in it - but now, forget that! i'm thrilled we're going to be writing a shakespeare theatre review again this year...i have to make up for the humiliating "proteus/petruchio" experience of last year. and i'll see a clint performance for the first time since shenandoah over a year ago...

if it's anything like last year, we'll go to the show, then get a little tour of the space afterwards. it amazed me last year--the theatre has next to nothing for wingspace, yet the design team can conjure up these grand, gorgeous sets that make it look like the space is huge. it's all an example of utilizing what's available. you'd never know how limited they are in terms of space unless you're actually on the stage or backstage.

i'm rather confused by the schedule--it says we don't meet until wednesday morning, but i wonder if we're supposed to write a review at tuesday night's show? otherwise, we'd only review two shows--which seems odd. i would think we'd at least do three. but going off the assumption that we're reviewing three shows, the lineup would be:

tuesday night - the lepers of baile baiste (the show i wrote my winning review for at regionals--i love this play!)
wednesday night - romeo & juliet (!!!!!!!!!!!)
thursday night - the movie game

it's amazing how i can be completely calm while thinking about actf, but the minute the package is in my hands, my stomach is turned upside down. i was like this last year (granted, situation was slightly different - i'd never been there before), and louns calmed me immensely. i was busy freaking out about flying and being at the kennedy center, and he was making comments about m&ms with the presidential seal on them.

too bad louns isn't here this year.

in other news, i had the oddest dream last night--i was on a version of the real world or maybe RR/RR challenge, and we were playing a field hockey game inside a small gym (keep in mind that i've never played field hockey before). we each had our own sticks with our name on it, and i was the star. i was kicking the shit out of people, scoring goals, the whole deal. one girl (who bore a striking resemblance to sharon from boston) was getting pissy because she said i was cheating (i swear, my dream would happen in real time, but be spliced with commentaries - including my own. if that's not an odd experience), and i maintained that she was a wuss and i was aggressive. and that i could kick her ass.

kyle from chicago was in it, he was on my team, we got along really well. but i don't remember anything else. and, when i woke up this morning, my neck was incredibly sore and i could barely turn my head to the left.

hmm.