A Bird Pooped on Tybalt

Crushes and bird poop?! strangeNilikeit, you are livin' the dream! —Sparkitors

Well, Sparklers, this has been a sort of eventful week… sort of.

Sunny and Arthur have stepped up their game as bffs/wingpeople. If my crush Andy announces he’s going to take a walk to the water fountain, I am immediately shoved after him, and all the other thirsty people are tackled to the ground so they can’t follow. Neither Sunny nor Arthur is very good at subtlety—today Sunny actually told Andy to his face that he should kiss me on the mouth. I’m not sure whether to feel grateful or annoyed.

I don’t know if their efforts are working, but...

At one point while we were talking, Andy said “That’s what I like about you.”

I thought fast: “And what else do you like about me? List everything right now. Go.”

The list is tragically short, because we were interrupted soon afterward.

What Andy Likes About Me

1)  "Hot bod.” He may have been joking about this.

2)   "Golden wit.”

And later that day he compared me to a swan.

And that’s all. But still. Progress.

In other news, Arthur, Sunny and I have been going on Capulet Family Outings. First, since the play takes place in Italy, we decided to go out for Italian food. We shared a ginormous bowl of spaghetti and a sundae the size of a soccer ball. Then Arthur and Sunny (lied and) told the waiter it was my birthday, and all the employees sang me a song about meatballs and pasta. Then we left the restaurant and drove around DC singing at the top of our lungs. I’m pretty sure people thought we were drunk. We took the leftover spaghetti to camp the next morning and gave it to the Montagues as a peace offering.

A couple of days later, I tagged along with Arthur to see the Shakespeare play Titus Andronicus. We decided to meet up with Sunny afterwards and see Deathly Hallows Part 2, but Arthur told her the wrong time and she ended up waiting around for us on Capitol Hill for two hours. She then proceeded to guilt-trip us for the rest of the day (“Can I have some gum?” “No.” “TWO HOURS! YOU MADE ME WAIT FOR TWO—“ “Fine. Take it.”)

While waiting to see the movie, we ran around the mall causing havoc. Arthur snagged us 3-D glasses, Sunny and I got s’more shaped “best friends” necklaces, we went to a toy store and played with puppets, we ate more pasta, and we tried on a Sorting Hat. Then we saw the movie, which needs no explanation since no self-respecting Sparkler can possibly have missed it. All in all, it was a pretty good day.

In other other news, we have begun to clash with nature at Shakespeare Camp.

One of the Fantastic Fourteen who I believe have not yet mentioned is Bruce. Bruce is Andy’s best friend, he plays Tybalt, and he is… how can I put this… simultaneously crazy-macho-violent and somehow completely non-threatening. Anyway, Tybalt is killed in Act 3, and Bruce is supposed to lie there and be dead and I’m supposed to come onstage and cry hysterically and stuff. A couple of days ago, while we were rehearsing this scene, a bird pooped on Bruce.

It’s very difficult to cry for your fake-dead non-nephew when a bird has just pooped on him. In case you were wondering.

All of this has been a welcome distraction from the fact that our first performance is in 3 days—and we haven’t finished blocking the show, nor have we ever rehearsed it in its entirety. Oh boy. That looks so terrifying written down.

I’m going to go practice my lines and make sacrifices to the theater gods.

Does it sound like Andy likes Gwen?

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