A Calling, and Oedipus

Hospital on tuesday morning was less scary than previous times - doseybat kindly came with me, and they were so efficient we managed to leave before my scheduled appointment time. Best of all, they don’t want to see me for another 3 weeks. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaay. *sighofrelief*

In the evening I hopped on the train to Cambridge. Last night’s Calling was better than it had any right to be. Yay to meeting deborah_c (good to talk to you finally!) and medieval_bunny (who is most definitely a bunny and I claim is a closet bisexual), stroking davefish and aiwendel, dancing with libellum (who was wobbly) and the_lady_lily (who was teasing me. Yes you were). Successful in dragging compilerbitch along too, despite illness. And many more of you I chatted to and waved my broken finger at. I had lots of fun (admittedly, it could have been more fun, but someone wasn’t playing). *smallsmile*. devalmont announced his engagement, to general *squeeeees*, was also very wobbly, and joined a random group of us afterwards talking rubbish for at least an hour outside the Van of Death. Only blot of the evening was my sleeping over at emarkienna‘s place disturbed by the loudest fire alarm in the world ever at about 4am, lasting about an hour. The alarm was so loud my ears were hurting. Ow. I thought I’d accidentally ended up on the noisy floor at Slimelight or something. Erk.

Woke up this morning for coffee and toast. As cassielalone had texted me to tell me she’d fallen ill and was unable to come out and play at the Calling, I went to look after her as she needed lots of comforting and hugs (and some of that magic Olbas Oil stuff). I do hope she eats more and gets better soon, although she’s adorable even when being an ill kitten. We talked of many pretty things, and must do that more often. *smallsmile*

Onwards to the Cambridge Arts Theatre to see a stunning performance of the Greek tragedy Oedipus. Yep, him who accidentally kills his father, marries his mother, and gets a little upset with himself when he finds out. All performed in the Ancient Greek, of course (with subtitles for the heathens like me who don’t study long-dead languages). What I hadn’t expected was the gender-switching, but in my eyes that was a more than welcome bonus. I was blown away by the quality of the acting - especially given these were not professional actors - Oedipus was such a joy to watch, from the confident Oedipus who mocks the oracle all the way to the broken and pitiful Oedipus who's lost everything he loves, and I frequently failed to read the subtitles as I was that much entranced. Not to mention a wholly gorgeous outfit with a pretty creature inside it. *thud*. And Creon (Oedipus’s brother-in-law/uncle/whatever) too. *thud*. Where did they get all these pretty actors from? (and can I have one of my very own to keep?). The Greek language was fluent, strong, confident and clear (not that I understood it) and I was sitting happily in awe. *applause* to the_alchemist who was in the chorus, who I’d mainly gone to see. Those of you with tickets to see it, you’re in for a real treat. Sadly if you’ve not got a ticket, I think they’ve sold out totally, so you’ve missed it.

And now I’m back home in smelly London again. Work again tomorrow. Tired, exhausted, and with my mind going all sorts of exciting and interesting places. Am really not in the mood for work.