{"id":4797,"date":"2006-04-28T08:20:19","date_gmt":"2006-04-28T12:20:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4797"},"modified":"2022-10-10T00:47:18","modified_gmt":"2022-10-10T04:47:18","slug":"diary-friday-90","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4797","title":{"rendered":"Diary Friday"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Next installment in the Picnic adventure &#8211; I&#8217;m breaking this one up into 2 parts &#8211; the second part will come later today.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4581\">Part 1<\/a>.  The audition<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4605\">Part 2: <\/a> The callbacks, getting into the play<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4625\">Part 3:<\/a>  First meeting with the director<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4646\">Part 4.<\/a>  The calm before the storm &#8230; the time before rehearsals started &#8230; memorizing lines, etc.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4674\">Part 5. <\/a> Rehearsals start<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4703\">Part 6. <\/a> Rehearsals.  Stress building.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4729\">Part 7. <\/a> Crush with Brett intensifying.  Finding my own way as an actress.  Stress building.<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=4753\">Part 8.<\/a>  Dropping out of religious retreat with much sturm und drang.<\/p>\n<p>Quick comment:  I love how my friends and family now reference Diary Friday, casually, to each other, as though it is an actual brand name.<br \/>\n&#8220;So &#8211; did you catch Diary Friday last week?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>hahahaha<\/p>\n<p>I adore that!!<\/p>\n<p>Okay, onward.<\/p>\n<p>When last we checked in with 16 year old Sheila she had had a tear-soaked day because she had had to drop out of the retreat she had been working on &#8230; but there was hope because Brett was &#8220;having a Halloween party tonight&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<h3>OCTOBER 27<\/h3>\n<p>Quarter of 7:00 &#8212; Actually I must go into detail later.  [<i>hahaha I love the frenzy with which I begin, coupled with the extremely exact time<\/i>]  But what a perfect day.  Today was PERFECT!<\/p>\n<p>I went to rehearsal dreading it cause I had to smoke.  [<i>See last entry for explanation<\/i>]  Well, the first scene we did didn&#8217;t have that in it.  After it, we were (Liz, Joanna, me, Brett, Michele) were sitting around talking.  They were all talking about what costumes they were gonna wear to Brett&#8217;s party and they were rolling around laughing about past Hallowwns and funny costumes (Brett was a Coke can once.  He couldn&#8217;t move.  Liz, every Halloween, when she was little, managed to trip and spill all hler candy) I was just sitting and listening and laughing when suddenly Brett looked at me and said, &#8220;You&#8217;re invited, you know.&#8221;  [<i>SO NICE.  Inviting a 16 year old to your big party!!  So nice!<\/i>]  Everyone looked at me nodding.  I said, &#8220;Who?  What?  Where?&#8221;  So he said, &#8220;Oh, it&#8217;s at my house.  Yeah, right, I&#8217;m just gonna let you find it, huh?  No &#8211; one of us can give you a ride.&#8221;  So I said yes.<\/p>\n<p>So I&#8217;m going.  I&#8217;m going to a <u>real<\/u> college party.  I just decided what I&#8217;m gonna wear.  Everyone else has all these off-the-wall costumes.  Michele wants to go as a blind driveway.  [<i>BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA<\/i>]  Eric wants to go as Michele&#8217;s sex life.  [<i>hahahahahahaha<\/i>]  Brett wants to go as the following statement: &#8220;I have writer&#8217;s block.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I have no imagination.  I&#8217;m going as a blind beggar.  Wear my fingerless gloves, dark glasses, hold a tin cup, my huge sweater &#8230; Well, I was feeling pretty good about being invited.  I could go home for about 2 1\/2 hours so Joanna drove me and Liz home.  As we drove, Liz turned to me and said, &#8220;Millie, you should go.&#8221;  We all call each other by our cast names.  So I&#8217;m going.<\/p>\n<p>When I came back up to rehearsal I was standing backstage.  Kimber was blocking a part of the play I wasn&#8217;t in.  So I was standing there and Brett and Lenny were sprawled behind me.  Brett asked me again if I had gotten a haircut &#8211; then he immediately said, &#8220;Oh, I already asked you that, didn&#8217;t I? &#8230; I like it.&#8221;  Then he came over to me and put one arm around me, it felt so cozy.  He just squeezed me and said, &#8220;Seriously, Sheila &#8212; I want you to come to this party.&#8221;  (Oh brother.  I haven&#8217;t talked to TS in a week.  Oh boy.)  I smiled up at him.  &#8220;Serious?&#8221;  He nodded.  Everyone&#8217;s so <u>nice<\/u> to me.  Especially him and Liz and Eric and Joanna.  I really feel comfortable with all of them.  I&#8217;ve found a niche.  I bleong with them.  I really belong with them.  So standing there with Brett&#8217;s arm fondly around me &#8211; I felt so warm, so good, so <u>wanted<\/u>.  In a <u>friend<\/u> way.  And the thing is, in college &#8211; I&#8217;m finding that it&#8217;s possible to have just as close friendships with the opposite sex as with kids your own sex.  [<i>Yes, darling, true, but &#8230; Oh well.  Time will teach you the complexities of all of this soon enough!<\/i>]  Brett could be my best friend with how close we are.  I consider TS one of my closest friends.  In high school, at least <u>in the building of the high school<\/u> &#8211; that just doesn&#8217;t happen.  [<i>hahahaha As though there is a forcefield around the structure:  No friendships with the opposite sex beyond this point!<\/i>]  But also, I feel like I am falling hard for Brett.  <u>Oh God<\/u>.  And what about TS?  I really am very confused about this.  [<i>But what delightful confusion to have!!<\/i>]<\/p>\n<p>He was grinning at me.  You can tell a lot about people from their smiles.  I can tell immediately a fake smile-for-the-sake-of-smiling-smile.  But Brett&#8217;s &#8211; his is so real that it makes my heart feel full.  [<i>And this is still true.<\/i>]  It makes me feel like squeezing him forever.  I love him.  I just think he is so incredibly cool.  People like him should NOT exist!<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t tell you how strange my life feels now.  It feels wonderful.  I am having &#8212; I can&#8217;t even tell you &#8212; such a wonderful time &#8212; full of love and ambition and hard work and plain old terrific people.<\/p>\n<p>As Brett and I stood there, he asked me what I was gonna go as.  I didn&#8217;t know yet &#8211; but I started to feel psyched.  Especially feeling that people like me.  <u>Before<\/u> when he first invited me, everyone was talking about going to the O&#8217;Neill One Acts [<i>cue David!!<\/i>] and <u>then<\/u> going to the party.  I was planning on going already with my parents &#8211; so it would all work out. I told him this and he squeezed me even tighter, smiling at me.  &#8220;Great!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I love his face.  It is such a great face.  Brett said, &#8220;Okay, that&#8217;s terrific.  We&#8217;ll all go to the O&#8217;Neills.  Then we can change into costumes here, and I&#8217;ll drive you back to my house.  Okay?&#8221;  &#8220;I bring my costume to the O&#8217;Neills?&#8221;  He nodded.  &#8220;Is that okay?&#8221;  I nodded.<\/p>\n<p>You know what? In spite of it all &#8211; the hugging, and my crush and stuff &#8211; it all feels just like a wonderfully close friendship.  It&#8217;s special.  I love being with him, I guess.<\/p>\n<p>So now I am off to the O&#8217;Neills.  God, I still have so much more to tell about today.  You won&#8217;t believe it!  [<i>Uhm &#8230; who ya talkin&#8217; to, Sheila?<\/i>]<\/p>\n<p><b>Part II to follow &#8230;<\/b><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Next installment in the Picnic adventure &#8211; I&#8217;m breaking this one up into 2 parts &#8211; the second part will come later today. Part 1. 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