April 15th, 2007


Dinner la Donna

We (Theresa and I - no kids) had dinner at Donna's a couple weeks back. A chance to use her new dining table. Donna & Glenn, Rachel & Michael, Jan, Theresa & me.

It was a lovely night. Good food and good company. It meant a lot to me. We shall have to return the favour some day.

MoV opens and fizzles

Tonight was a night of mixed emotions. After spending the afternoon getting music, programmes and booking sheets ready to take to the hall, I dropped stuff in at the hall, then left to go to the CAMPish birthday in Frankston. I saw Nick on my way out. Little did I know he'd be the only audience member.

Leah called to tell me the show had been cancelled and that the cast (mostly) were upset. It may have been a bad idea to mention that I had forgotten to send out a message to our mailing list.

I got to the CAMPish party in bad shape, feeling the pressure of having failed on some simple tasks that I had agreed to do to promote the show. Plus the pressure of not knowing what to expect when I next see the cast. Especially Ian, who is scheduled to come to the 3CR interview with me tomorrow. And then there was the pressure of Theresa telling me off for taking on too much and not delegating more to the committee.

So, it seems my work problems are also affecting my theatre involvement. Both the simple tasks and the act of delegating those tasks require about the same amount of effort - not substantial effort, yet it still fell through the cracks.

Singing songs with the kids helped a bit. So did being with (well, around, at least) some very nice people, as well as hearing Ismael play guitar, accompanied by lovely singing.

Upon reaching home with sleepy kids, I received a message from Leah asking where the flyers are. I replied that I could drop some in tomorrow, and I asked what she was planning. No reply. I later sent ":-(". Ambiguous, I know, but it reflected what was going on in my head. No reply to that either. Anger? Other feelings? I knew she'd be feeling upset, as would much of the cast and crew. I can't tap into these feelings, so I'm left with the unknown until I meet people again.

Birthday parties and friends

I have friends. I'm just not entirely sure who they are. Kerry is asking for a list (with addresses) so that she can send out invitations for my 30th. Send. By mail. As in, actual paper invitations.

Most parties I attend - and definitely all the best ones - are other people's parties. No formal invitations; casual invitations ensure that the relevant people find out and can decide for themselves whether or not to go.

For the most part, my list will have people who will be happy to be invited. However, there's no such thing as a perfect invitation list. There may be people who would like to be invited, and who I'd be happy to have in attendance, but who don't get an invitation, because I feel it's a bit of a stretch to say "we're close enough that you belong at my birthday party". And there may be people who receive an invitation, but find it odd, feeling that there's no real connection between us.

As I said to Dom a while back, I think of a friend as someone you can still relate to outside of the context in which you met them. Well, most of the people I relate well to, are people I only ever see in the original context. I feel welcome at Hartwell parties, but they generally consist of a group of people who actually are friends (by my definition). Where do I draw the line? And do I choose between people who don't get along, or invite them all?