just as uncertain and now with an aching back IV

With my tummy full and my brain in utter pain, it came to pass that it was then:

S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT! (That was a song, wasn't it? Didn't they use it for PLAnters nuts?)

With my noggin screaming in utter horror of things just seen (The Miss Ugly Pageant, of course) I decided that a large dose of sophisticated entertainment was urgently needed. Fortunately, the musical production at MIT was having a show, "COmpany"- a Sondheim musical, I believe- and it only cost 2 bucks for prefrosh. SWEET! It was in their version of the little theater, which is actually below the auditorium that looks vaguely remisniscent of the Syndey Opera House. But anyways.

The show was basically about a guy named Bobby. He's the unmarried one in his circle of friends. And he wants what they have, but knows that it's not exactly heaven in a handbasket, either. His guy friends "want" him to meet a nice girl now that he's almost middle aged, but in reality they yearn for being single but are thankful for the relationships they have with their wives. One couple actually decides to get a divorce, but still live together and take care of the kids and do exactly everything they used to do but just aren't "married" anymore by law.

There are three main women in his life. One's a flight attendant. One's a girl he's nkown for a long time but have now since become "good friends" and the other one is a loud, New York type of girl. He eventually sleeps with the stewardess because she's not the brighest lightbulb, but then she has to leave for work to go to Barcelona. SO typical. You meet a nice girl, you get down with her, and then she has to leave. He "argues" for her to stay to make her feel wanted, and to his surprise she actually does for another day.

"What?!" he says... "Oh God..."

The best number is when one guy's singing about their marriage in a slow, excited tone, while his wife-to-be starts saying rather briefly, "Listen, everybody I'm not really getting married...." in such a hurried tone and pace that you feel almost sorry for her since she doesn't wanna go through with it anymore. Eventually, they do, because it's raining and she doesn't want him to catch a death of cold as he walks out in the rain after she says she doesn't love him enough.

I sat next to this old married couple who liked to tell me that they go to every show the MIT musical theater compnay puts on. The next show is Star Wars: The Trilogy: The musical.

My thoughts exactly.

"Luke, I am your father. Luke, you are my son."
"Well, you cut my hand off. And this is not much fun..."

This is why I don't write musicals.

I actually saw my host at the show, too. Turns out he (or at least his friends) are into musicals, so that was kinda comforting to see them there too.

As the show concluded and sand the opening numbet for the closing, I headed out quickly because my feet were getting numb from sitting in their chairs.

Then came the hardest decision of teh whole trip so far: Now what do I do? THere were two main choices. One was to go to the 2nd floor of the student to watch one of the fraternities host a "battle of the bands" romp near the exhibit gallery. The other choice was to go to the other hall on the 2nd floor of the student center and go to Yuri's Night World Space Paryt 2005, a party to celebrate the anniversary of the Russian guy who first went into orbit. I was tossed.

I could go and listen to some hard alternative stuff
Or I could go and chill to their "space-themed dance music"

I could pay for admission and refreshments at the rock show
Or I could enjoy "free food, games, and tons of surprises"

Weighing my options, I went to the space party. And boy am I glad I did.

As I walked into the blacklit room, the techno sounds and pretty visuals of planets and stars and stuff pleased both my eyes and ears. The refreshments were of the human kid and untampered with, so I enjoyed a few bage of Star Wars skittles and Coca-Cola.

They were holding a raffle for a trip to experience zero gravity on that airplane ride thingy, but it was like 20, 30 bucks a pop, and I had to spend my money for beter things (good thing I did, too). But everyone who bought a ticket got one of those lightup wristband things, but I figured it wasn't worth 30 bucks just for that and a chance to fly zero g's. damn, econ is taking over my life!

Thinsg were pretty middle school dancelike. NObody was really dancing, and there really couldn't be one side for the girls since there were only 2 girls, or should I say women, at the party. One was probably a student at MIT with her bf, and the other was a married woman. To lighten up the mood, the hosts and DJ's started to blow up a lot of green balloons. Green, but of course. Pretty soon people were batting the thinsg around like nobody's business. A couple eventually came my way, and so I started to bat it up in the air, as well. Suddenly, the A/C or something came on and my balloon flew out of reach. It w=ended up at the married couple's table. She batted it back rather excitedly. So I batted it back.

We played for 15 minutes.

Afterwards, the DJ said for the two couples to come and dance the slow dance. It was "Rocketman" by Elton John and fortunately not William Shatner. I heard the married woman say, "This is just like our wedding." And so they danced and rather nicely at that. Upon returning to their seats, the lady came over to me and pointed out that they han't ACTUALLY danced that during their wedding, but it was during their honeymoon or something. Those two probably are meant for each other, then.

With loads of fun techno and dance music saturating my ears, I finally got up and started to play with the green balloons as everyone else was. We kicked them, a couple got stepped on, but people were jst having fun groovin and batting.

Then they played the songs I requested for prom here, and I hadn't even asked. A big smile came across my face naturally as they started turning up the volume. I looked for the married couple, but didn't see them anymore. So I danced like nobody's business, as apparently I'm not the only person who likes that song.

I finally letf around 12:30 around they started playing more funky stuff that I'm not as much into, like the Beastie and "Jump around"

But then I went to bed very happy and ready to come back home to declare, I wanna go to MIT

But you shouldn't count your chickens before they're hatched.