Happy Pajama Game Anniversary!

Given that the only cold room in the house is my bedroom and the television is blaring next door, my writing may not be as verbose or fluent as it may be normally. Please excuse any incidences of poor grammar, crappy analogies and the like.

Well, one can correctly assume from the title of this entry that an entire year has passed since the first Pajama Game rehearsal way back in 2007 when my passions included The Raveonettes, sexy European guys and MySpace. In a way, it strikes me as completely absurd that 365 days prior to today, I was sitting in a room full of musical guys and girls, chatting away to my new friend and double bass compedro, Matt. I just remember being immensely happy with everything around me, being able to understand the music and attaining closure on this supposed double bass partner that I had been speculating about ever since I spotted his name on the Orchestra sheet two weeks prior.

In general, the Pajama Game was something that I'll never forget; in fact, probably the time which has resulted in immeasurable quantities of positive change. I can't describe the excitement and anticipation I felt in my stomach during Period 6 on a sunny Friday afternoon, awaiting the bell so that I could sprint exuberantly to the locker room, grab my bags, run to the designated rehearsal location, set up, and then run around the school trying to spot any St. Kev student that I had been acquainted with so I could wave vibrantly or even give them a hug.

However, despite the fact that this no longer happens and many friendships have ceased as a result of occurrences post-Pajama Game, I still fondly regard this anniversary as a kind of 'personal thanksgiving'. Had I not signed up for this experience, I would not be totally blessed with the things that I so poignantly value to this day. I am incredibly thankful to have met Elliot and Robin during the musical, and eventually Roman. Although there have been sacrifices on the road to attaining a reciprocal friendship, I do not regret adhering to these sacrifices because it's knowing that they're only a phone call or an Ichipan-visit away is cathartic, it makes me smile inside.

So happy anniversary to me. And congratulations to you if you've made it this far.

Love Bethany xo

PS. Forgot to mention that without the Pajama Game, I would never have ascertained the existence of the greatest band ever (or flavour of the month, you never know).... The Hellacopters. Best music I've ever heard in my life.