Last Adventure: Drunken Stupor

Top o' the mornin' to ya, Blog Fans.
I trust every man jack and every woman jill of you had a healthy and hearty St. Patrick's Day.

I, myself, am currently struggling to discover what I did on my Irish holiday. I cannot remember anything past my fifth pint of Guiness and subsequent second bar fight. I am forced to piece the day's occurrences together from scraps of police reports and the various clues I cleverly left myself. Like my missing pants and brand new crossbow. Those types of clues. I feel a bit like Guy Pearce in Memento. I even have the tattoos to prove it. One is a real beauty; a Mexican cutie. How it got here, of course, I haven't a clue.

. . .

Okay, maybe I feel more like Jimmy Buffett than Guy Pearce.

. . .

I offer a token apology to any non-pop-culture savy readers out there who are currently in the dark.

Anyway, I awoke this morning feeling as though someone had been rubbing tabasco sauce on my eyeballs and forcing me to gargle turpentine and cigar ashes. I stumbled around in a supreme state of hungoveritude grasping for anything that even closely resembled a lifeline.

I found one in the form of an e-mail.

It was from everyone's favorite show-stopper, Kate Bonci. Katherine, as she now calls herself. Still, we must grant the poor girl some small degree of pretention. Being supremely talented as she is.

So what exactly was it that wrenched me from the stinking tar pit of my own hedonistic reprecussions? Aside from hearing from the delightful Ms. Bonci, it was hearing that I'd have the chance to see her sing.

Yes indeedy. Kate, along with the rest of the South Hadley Chorale, will be performing their interpretation of the oratorio Elijah, on Sunday, March 25th at Mount Holyoke College's Abbey Memorial Chapel.

Tickets are a mere five bucks for all you students out there, so poverty is no excuse for missing this glorious display.

The show starts at 3, but Kate and I advise getting there early.

First off, y'll be wantin' some good seats. Second, y'll not be wantin' to contend with the hectic parking situation any more than you have to. And let me tell you, it's rough.

I was a frequent visitor to MHC . . . until that whole peeping tom thing got blown out of proportion . . . and finding a parking space there is sometimes quite tricky. What with all the narrow, picturesque lanes and herds of hemp-strewn, self-important, feminist students milling about the place.

So that's this Sunday, the 25th, at 3 pm, in the Abbey Memorial Chapel, at Mount Holyoke College.

I stress upon all of you the necessity of being there.

In other news, young EJ Massa is apparently hard-pressed to leave the public eye.
The tricky bastard is back on stage, this time with his comedy partner Greg Roberts (co-founder of Bubblegum Heroes) along for the ride.
The two gents have concocted a new show called AIM Low: A Study of Instant Messaging.

The show has been called "hilarious."
That it was called so by its creators before its first performance does not stop it from being true.

This show will be taking place Friday, April 6th from 8 to 10 pm.

It'll all go down in Kinnicutt SL 115, on the WPI campus, until, of course, the fuzz arrives to shut the show down on these clowns for excessive display of humor.

If anyone needs help navigating the WPI campus, Andrew LeTellier and I will be there, AIMlessly wandering around. Andrew's easy to spot. He stands head and shoulders above most of the buildings.

If carpools are in order, also let us know.

Finally, be sure to send your regards to Cait Szewczyk. The production of Bye, Bye, Birdie she was in came to a close yesterday.
Here's to a great run, Cait.
From all of us here at the HCHSPACA Blog:

Bravo!

. . .

Seems like there should be something else . . .

Ah, yes!
Let us not forget that coming up March 22nd through the 25th, Lucy McRae will be chewing vast amounts of frilly scenery as Lady Capulet in Manhattanville College's production of Romeo and Juliet.

Then, scarcely a month from now, she'll be taking the stage again in the Drama Department's Senior Thesis Festival.

If you have any questions regarding these performances, simply call the box office at:
914-323-7175

And whose voice will you hear on the line?
Why Lucy's, of course.

I'm starting to think she might be the only one actually there at Manhattanville College. Just her, hold up in a bunker near the cafeteria, fighting hordes of zombies like she's Charleton Heston.

. . .

I blame the booze.

And, with those few tidbits, I depart for the gym, to try and recover from an excess of Bailey's Irish Cream and corned beef.

Ugh.

Breakfast a' Champions.

Ta.