Posted by D! X! M! on 24/1/2002, 2:07 am DXM's TRIP REPORT Chapter one: In which I get ready to head up to Schenectady. Tuesday, January 22, 2002 A normal day, in which I watch videos, surf the web, and post to the various CATS RPGs I am a member of. Only this day is ever-so-slightly different: I'm heading up to Schenectady to see CATS! Eventually, a person I know, and likewise shares my...well, not obsession, but close enpough for government work...with CATS arrives at about 3:10 PM. The ride up is uneventful; no accidents, no jackknifed tractor-trailers (although there were a couple speeders doing about 90 mph...but the bears (State Police...they have hats similar to Smokey the Bear, hence two of their nicknames: bears and Smokies) nabbed 'em). After a quick stop at a service area to use the bathrooms, I take the tail my friend made out of the pocket in which I had concealked it. (What? You thought I was going to let it hang out all the time? Well, maybe I should have...I'll do it when I see it again at Ike Hall) We arrive in Schenectady about 5:45, because we're meeting some others at the Friendly's near the theater. Turns out it's Demetrix and her mom! We have a nice chat, I give Deme a fish-shaped bag of jellybeans (picked it up 'cos I thought she'd like it, and she did), and we have dinner. Chapter two: In which the four of us (Demetrix, her mom, my friend, and I) head over to Proctor's After dinner (which was excellent), we got into our respective vehicles and drive down to a municipal parking lot and walk back up to the theater; after all, we couldn't just leave our cars in the Friendly's parking lot! After a short walk, we arrived at the theater. I immediately take a look in the music-shop window, and I see music from CATS (Hardly surprising, really, since the shop is in the same building as the theater...)! But I hold off, and we arrive in the theater proper. Unforunately, we're on opposite sides of the theater, but we are still in the same row. The show was excellent, but unfortunately, they didn't have "Pekes and Pollicles"...Ah well. Perhaps next time they do the tour, they will. When we get to the Macavity/Munkustrap fight, everything is utterly quiet, save for the music. WHen Mac shorts the lights, though, there's some sort of a cry from where he's standing...sort of like what you'd expect if someone got unintentionally shocked. Perhaps it was real; but my personal opinion is that they added it for effect. However, it added a touch more realism, although some would say that it made it "too realistic". Can't please everyone, though. After it's over, we meet up with Demetix and her mom again, and head out to the stage door, where we get some autographs...and accidentally give a present meant for the entire cast to Macavity (big oops!)! Hopefully someone will take care of it. (Thank goodness we didn't give it to Misto... if we had, I doubt anyone'd see the gift - OR him - again!) Anyway, after collecting a few autographs, it's time to say goodbye and head home...we need the rest. At about 1 AM on Wednesday (the performace started at 8 PM Tuesday, and ended at 10 PM tuesday, and it takes about half an hour to get to the Thruway from Proctor's, two hours toi Kingston, and another half-hour to forty-five minutes to home...hence the 1 AM arrival), we (my driver and I) make it home, get partially undressed, and head to our respective rooms and crash for the night. Chapter three: The Morning After The next morning, I wake up with a horrific headache, and not because I'd been drinking...not old enough yet! No, it was the ending of the adrenaline-caffeine-sugar-nip rush that kept me awake until we got home...and I discover that I'm still wearing my tail! Ah well...guess when you need sleep, you don't notice stuff like that! Chapter four: Waiting for Ike Hall The future is an unwritten book, but I can say this much for certain: I'm dfinetly going to Ike Hall to see it again...and maybe this time, I'll have enough time to check the stage for a certain small item that's iridescent black...if ya knows whut I means...but that's the future, and there are so many differtent paths in the future. As Jon Pertwee said in "Inferno": "An infinity of choices...hence an infinity of universes...an infinity of futures. So free will isn't an illusion, after all!"
Well, after several hours of catching up on lost sleep and collating my notes on the CATS Tour show in Schenectady, it's ready:
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