Yesterday was exceptionally bizarre.

It started off normally enough, directing kids in and out of the mainstage theater.  This row here, one, two, three, four, five, six, next row please, is this a new class, all the way down the row please.  All well and good.

Fast forward to Pat Buchanan Fiesta Day at the literary office.  See, we have this little thing called the Pat Buchanan tip jar.  It's a little shallow jar that we decorated with Pat Buchanan's head, and you put change in his mouth.  We were saving up for...what, you ask?  What could possibly be more appropriate?  Cinco de Mayo, so that we can take a big office trip to Taco Bell.  Because freedom isn't free.  So we took our 25 dollars (I know, right?) and bought ourselves some cheap tacos & burritos.  We probably made a spectacle of ourselves, but it was fun.  I mean, it had better have been, we've been waiting for it for months.  And it's documented on a facebook album.

So I get back to the theater and I get to masquerade as an actor.  We're doing the new play festival, first script, and someone needs to read the stage directions.  I was hand picked by the director for my deep, manly voice.  (Actually I was the only male intern free, I think.)   So I have rehearsal, and then dinner break.  Roll in to the theater at half hour, all dressed up in blacks - which, mind you, it took quite a while to find in my Florida-fied closet - and do my thing.  Deep manly voice.  SETTING!  A PRISON IN TEXAS!  Something like that.

And then, I run out of the theater, jump in a car, and head out to St. Pete.  Because who's there, why none other but Mr. Tom Lovelund, T.Love himself.  Being, well, Tom and improbably successful.  On location, in this ridiculously swank hotel, taking pictures for some tech company event.  Patti and Sarah and I went up to hang out with him after work, and catch up on years of back history.  We played at being rich enough to actually afford the hotel we were chilling in (the drinks! eep!) and then walked around downtown for a while.  All in all, a really cool, fantastic day that I never could have predicted a week ago.  Never mind that I got to bed at 3, and I've been kind of dragging all day.  But it was totally worth it.

Now up and coming is a few more days of work, a non-trip to Key West (yeah, had to cancel it because of the money, we're pretty sure that something else is going to happen on Saturday, but we're not sure what) and new roommates moving in next week.  Two more people as we start the last month, changing out the old interns for new ones and generally getting on with life.  As for me, I'm really ready to pack all my stuff up and leave the state for a good long while.  We're down to 4.5 weeks, and counting.

Less than two months left in the internship.

This is a good thing.  I'm pretty excited to get on with the rest of my life.  I'm getting false starts, though.  See, down here in Florida things are generally warmer than just about anywhere else any of you reading this are, so yesterday we had one of those fantastic early-May-in-college afternoons.  You know, where you don't really have much to do, and you're sitting out on the grass and watching people play frisbee, wasting time until you meet people for dinner, and the light gets long and yellow.  This sends very clear biological signals to the recent college grad - ALERT! Time for change! Life changes imminent!  Be lazy now, because things are happening!  The only problem with this now is that it's actually early-to-mid-April, and life changes are not as imminent as I would like them to be.  And, I won't be escaping this state in the pleasant throes of late spring, but I have to stick around through May (which goes from slightly warm to full-on-Florida-uncomfortable) and into hot hot June before I leave.

Meterological concerns aside, though, things are going fairly well.  The craziness of March changeover season has abated, and we're going to settle into a few weeks of steady run.  A couple of interesting things on the job front coming up, mostly the New Play Festival, which should prove to be some very exciting plays and meeting a playwright or two?  I also worked on a special event this week, in which Romulus Linney came and spoke to some of our patrons (he's apparently on artist retreat in Sarasota, who knew?).  So I met a famous person this week, only briefly as I was running around with cameras and programs and getting people together, but still. 

I also got my jury duty postponed!  You didn't know did you.  Well, they wanted me to come in this past Tuesday, which didn't really work, seeing as how I had to work.  In Florida.  So my new date is June 10.  Sounds reasonable, pleasant summer, right?  Well, my contract here is up on June 8.  So I shall be hightailing it back to Delaware so that I can sit in a big box, and maybe get picked to sit in a little box and listen to people yell at each other.  This does mean, though, that I will be back in the mid-Atlantic area by June 10, and available by June 11 - knock on wood.  CTY wants me on the 26th or so, and then I'm done in Baltimore on August 9.  Pitt classes begin on August 25.  Zip zip zip, there goes life.

In conclusion: it's a waiting game now, but it's about the speed up in two months or so.  What else is left to do in Florida?