THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME


So, I guess the time has come for the truth to really come out. There is a certain Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs at NC State. And this certain Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs at NC State is known for being pretty involved with the goings on at University Theatre. And almost every single girl who has passed through the doors of Thompson Theatre has developed a minor crush on him. Maybe it's his clean cut looks or his southern charm, but all of the females have a tendency to get a little excited when he's around. It's something that cannot be explained. Just accept it. We do.

This collective crush is so bizarre, that many of us had no idea it existed amongst others. Then, several years ago we had a girls night where after many margaritas and hours of gossiping someone dared mentioned their crush on the Vice Chancellor for Student Affairs. One by one, like dominoes, we too confessed our feelings. He was henceforth known as THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME.

Well, imagine our surprise and delight when THE LOVE THAT DARE NOT SPEAK ITS NAME turns out to be our speaker at the post-breakfast event. We all put aside our crushes to listen to him talk about historic Thompson and the University's plans for it. It really does sound like it's going to be quite amazing, and I, for one, was shocked to hear that there would be men's AND women's dressing rooms. I never thought I'd see the day!

They are still short of their $15 million dollar goal, but it looks like the fundraising has gone well so far. Too bad I am not yet successful enough to afford to donate anything. I would use my riches to purchase the Laura Bassett Memorial Toilet http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6676/3239/1600/toilet.jpg. I would want it to be the handicapped stall in the ladies' loo. You think I'm joking, right? I wanted to do this even when I was in college. I'm really sick.

Anywho, after our talk, we were invited to explore the old theatre. It was great to be back and walk around. The classroom looked weird as the makeshift costume shop, and we all had forgotten just how old the building was. David Wilk pointed out the AWESOME patch job for the electrical wiring, and before we could really worry about burning to death in the theatre, we rediscovered the John Wilkes Booth. Ah, the memories of sneaking upstairs to watch shows for free. Those totally awesome brown faux-leather couches were still there, and immediately upon sitting you wanted to take a nap. Although Leah "Baby" Charbonneau was more impressed with the napping capabilities of the huge table in the board room. Then we started talking about the time that Ben Tedder stepped through the ceiling of the John Wilkes Booth. And then we started talking about all the places where we were aware that people had sex in that theatre. Then we were grossed out.

So, what did you all do in the downtime between breakfast and the movie viewing? I can only speak for the events that occurred between myself, Leah, Frank Sarnie, and David. Let me tell you, it was ca-razy. Leave a comment or send me an email with your morning activities and we'll post it on up here.