Loads To Say...
Feb. 14th, 2006 01:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magicaddict...but let me get the most important thing said first.
After technically twenty-three years of waiting, I have managed to fall in love with a girl who loves me. For the last four weeks, she and I have been a couple on the quiet, getting used to each other before making it fully public.
Emma Millington, known here as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
helbling, is my girlfriend, and anyone who takes issue with her takes it with me. I love her, and I intend to do the very best I can for her for the rest of my life.
Damn, that felt good.
On to entirely more mundane things.
The remaining run of Sweet Charity stumbled and limped along to success. Quite how we managed to pull it off without something going terribly wrong and everyone blaming everyone else I will never know, but it seemed to go quite nicely in the end, with most of the major errors cleared up and not too much staying wrong for long. Total attendance was a hair shy of the ninety percent mark over the course of the four days, making it easily the biggest selling show since West Side Story. I dearly wish that more of it had been down to me, for then I might actually be able to stamp my authority on a potential Best Publicity award at the Societies Awards this year, but so little of my material was used that I can't really get excited about it.
Handing my resignation letter to Stu made me feel absolutely foul, as I chatted to Tim (Curly in last year's Oklahoma) and Ryan (El Directore par excellence for the previous two years) who had both come back for the night, about how the show had gone. I watched Stu open the envelope, start reading, and had to leave. I didn't want to be around to answer questions.
Earlier in the day was better, when I introduced Emma to Mum and Dad, and nothing particularly seemed to go wrong. They both think she's fantastic as well - something which I feel more than a little relieved about. I didn't want to be openly disagreeing with them about something so important, but it seems that I was right and she really is as great as I say she is.
Sunday's game went off with very few hitches indeed. The monster crew (including the vast majority of this year's newbies and LT innocents) got to experience what it was like to have a monster base complete with food, hot drinks and stints with little to do and stories to swap. I got to wear my radio headset in anger for the first time in over two years, and between Nat, Chris, Steve and myself managed to keep the encounters flowing with no time faffs whatsoever (as far as I know - I could be wrong). The players liked it, though by the second time round the circuit they were being led on, they all looked like they had been to hell and back and were desperate to get home. Whether this was good roleplay, or the game inspiring precisely what we wanted in the players - a feeling of "oh shit, this is really going to hurt" - I couldn't say, but it seemed to go as planned.
Chris pointed me in the direction of White City larp in Oxford, as a potential alternative to TL. According to him, it has a strongly defined background, myriads of history and deep and detailed characterisation.
Yummy.
There's a couple of games he's running and is interested in me monstering for. Getting to Oxford is quite easy and cheap with my rail connections, and they have something called Chain Mages, the concept of which I really want to try out some time. Guess I might just have to go and give it a look.
So, I have resigned from my previously favourite two societies in the space of twenty-four hours, leaving me with the always-friendly-and-far-better-than-we-look-on-paper GASP, and BUST who have been trying to entice me to audition for something for over two years. Sorry I kept you waiting guys - professional differences sometimes take quite a while to manifest, but at least I wasn't too late to have a go for Charley's Aunt.
Right, time to go and try and do what little work I can before heading home to prepare to take Emma out for dinner. All fingers crossed...
After technically twenty-three years of waiting, I have managed to fall in love with a girl who loves me. For the last four weeks, she and I have been a couple on the quiet, getting used to each other before making it fully public.
Emma Millington, known here as
helbling, is my girlfriend, and anyone who takes issue with her takes it with me. I love her, and I intend to do the very best I can for her for the rest of my life.Damn, that felt good.
On to entirely more mundane things.
The remaining run of Sweet Charity stumbled and limped along to success. Quite how we managed to pull it off without something going terribly wrong and everyone blaming everyone else I will never know, but it seemed to go quite nicely in the end, with most of the major errors cleared up and not too much staying wrong for long. Total attendance was a hair shy of the ninety percent mark over the course of the four days, making it easily the biggest selling show since West Side Story. I dearly wish that more of it had been down to me, for then I might actually be able to stamp my authority on a potential Best Publicity award at the Societies Awards this year, but so little of my material was used that I can't really get excited about it.
Handing my resignation letter to Stu made me feel absolutely foul, as I chatted to Tim (Curly in last year's Oklahoma) and Ryan (El Directore par excellence for the previous two years) who had both come back for the night, about how the show had gone. I watched Stu open the envelope, start reading, and had to leave. I didn't want to be around to answer questions.
Earlier in the day was better, when I introduced Emma to Mum and Dad, and nothing particularly seemed to go wrong. They both think she's fantastic as well - something which I feel more than a little relieved about. I didn't want to be openly disagreeing with them about something so important, but it seems that I was right and she really is as great as I say she is.
Sunday's game went off with very few hitches indeed. The monster crew (including the vast majority of this year's newbies and LT innocents) got to experience what it was like to have a monster base complete with food, hot drinks and stints with little to do and stories to swap. I got to wear my radio headset in anger for the first time in over two years, and between Nat, Chris, Steve and myself managed to keep the encounters flowing with no time faffs whatsoever (as far as I know - I could be wrong). The players liked it, though by the second time round the circuit they were being led on, they all looked like they had been to hell and back and were desperate to get home. Whether this was good roleplay, or the game inspiring precisely what we wanted in the players - a feeling of "oh shit, this is really going to hurt" - I couldn't say, but it seemed to go as planned.
Chris pointed me in the direction of White City larp in Oxford, as a potential alternative to TL. According to him, it has a strongly defined background, myriads of history and deep and detailed characterisation.
Yummy.
There's a couple of games he's running and is interested in me monstering for. Getting to Oxford is quite easy and cheap with my rail connections, and they have something called Chain Mages, the concept of which I really want to try out some time. Guess I might just have to go and give it a look.
So, I have resigned from my previously favourite two societies in the space of twenty-four hours, leaving me with the always-friendly-and-far-better-than-we-look-on-paper GASP, and BUST who have been trying to entice me to audition for something for over two years. Sorry I kept you waiting guys - professional differences sometimes take quite a while to manifest, but at least I wasn't too late to have a go for Charley's Aunt.
Right, time to go and try and do what little work I can before heading home to prepare to take Emma out for dinner. All fingers crossed...
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Date: 2006-02-14 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 02:48 pm (UTC)*ducks*
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-14 03:59 pm (UTC)Remember what I said on Sunday. Enjoy Oxford.
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:12 am (UTC)See you on Saturday.
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Date: 2006-02-14 04:26 pm (UTC)As for Oxford, I hope you have a better time there than I did. Good luck.
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-02-14 06:39 pm (UTC)Glad to hear you're at the promenading stage - tis always sweet to see and your timing is excellent.
I envy you getting into the White City system. I would have loved to have done a warrior there - the levels system is excellent.
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-02-15 01:38 am (UTC)I'm Mike, Emma's ex. I just wanted to say that I'm happy for you two, I truly am. Breaking up with Emma was one of the hardest things I've ever done, I loved her a lot and whilst it's very strange to hear she's in another relationship I'm glad it's with a guy who will treat her well. I enjoyed meeting you a few months back and you definately seemed like a decent chap and it means a lot to me that Emma has someone like you because she deserves the best. Take good care of her, whatever happens she will always be a very special person in my life.
If you want to get in touch with me my email is mikelike@hotmail.co.uk - I created this LJ account just for this comment so wont be checking any messages on it or anything.
Once more apologies for the crude way to contact you. All the best,
MIKE
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Date: 2006-02-15 11:11 am (UTC)