Setaú úta (setauuta) wrote,
Setaú úta
setauuta

So here it is, the end. My cab will be here in about an hour - by noon I'll be in the air, bound once more for the West Coast. It's been a rough night. After the last show, which was phenominal, there was the big cast party, which eventually moved to the pub nearest home where people in our program spend a good deal of their time. I made sure to stop by both places so I could see everyone to say goodbye.

It was an...experience. I got hit on by more British men tonight than I have in the three months I've been here. If they hadn't for the most part been so creepy, I almost would have enjoyed it, once I got over being embarrassed.

Talking to everyon as they got progressively drunker was another experience. Sarah, a girl I ended up working with quite a bit but, at least I thought, had never quite hit it off with me, was almost crying about how much she was going to miss me. It was so strange - we'd never been really close, and apparently she'd been talking about me to many people (Chip avouched this, having told me about it before the play tonight), telling them how wonderful I was and whatnot.

Diarius interruptus - I need to start hauling my bags downstairs.
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