Tuesday afternoon I flew up to DC to see Jill’s final scene night at Studio. Originally, she told me it started at 8, but it was actually 7:30, a stressor since my flight was scheduled to arrive at 6:11.

That stressor got a lot worse as the flight was delayed, eventually by 2 hours.

Fortunately, Jill’s scene wasn’t likely to go on until ~8:15.

Unfortunately, I got in a cab at National Airport at 8:10.

Then we hit traffic because of the guy who threatened to blow up his van at 15th & Pennsylvania Ave, NW.

Then I couldn’t get into the theatre building, because the sign on the door reading, "Entry for Final Scene Night" had instructions that didn’t work. *grrrrr*

When I finally got in, I couldn’t find Studio A.

On finding Studio A, I could hear Jill’s voice inside. The instructions on the door said DO NOT ENTER DURING A SCENE. Jill had also been emphatic on that point. Pressing my head up against the door, I could hear that she was AT MOST one minute into her first scene.

I burst into the room between her first and second scenes. At least I got to see her kiss, which had been the subject of much … giggly worry (?) … over the course of the class.

My very nice new boss told me before I left that I didn’t need to be back at the crack of dawn, so I skipped the 7 am flight. Unfortunately, it then snowed all morning. So I wound up stuck home all day. Which was actually lovely, of course. We slept in and snuggled and napped, and I went and had lunch with a couple of former colleagues at my favorite Chinese restaurant 2 blocks from our condo.