Ok, so I'm a little more coherent now. I got drunk for the first time last night - it was entirely not intentional. See, Stephen Daigle, the artistic director, invited the whole crew to his apartment for dinner. Since I knew I'd be eating a lot, and I didn't have much time anyway, I decided not to eat on my dinner break. What I failed to take into account is just how little it takes to get a 130 pound guy with an empty stomach drunk - answer: a glass and a half of wine. I didn't actually realize I was drunk until Josh pointed it out to me. I was like "So that's why the room is bobbing back and forth. Huh." Anyhow, I can't say I liked it much. I kept thinking I was going to fall down. I sobered up after about an hour or so when the food started to kick in, and I didn't do anything really stupid or throw up during the intervening time, plus I remember it all, so I obviously was only slightly drunk. But more than tipsy. Word has it I was drunk enough to be singing, but sober enough to be on key. And that was my first time getting drunk. It wasn't the big extravaganza I wanted it to be, but then, I didn't really plan it. I woke up at the regular time, and - actually have a little headache, but I think it's probably unrelated. All in all, it could have been much worse.
By the way, my new title scheme is in Harry Potter/Horatio Hornblower style. Hopefully that will work out ok in the end.
I'm trying to grow a moustache. I'm fully aware it will probably look silly, and I'm not really sure why I'm still doing it. I think it might honestly just be to annoy my girlfriend. We've been tweaking one another in little ways like that for most of our relationship, As soon as I see what it looks like really grown in, I'll probably shave it. Unless it ends up looking awesome. Then it stays.
Oklahoma opens tonight, after which things basically start opening left and right for the next week. After that week I expect they'll be a bit of a lull, during which I can hopefully buy groceries, because I'm seriously running out of food. I had to throw away my cheese. I was sad. From now on, cheese will be stored in the big fridge downstairs, to keep these things from happening.
You should have had me dressed as a geisha; light opera doesn't have vikings.
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Evey votes no on the mustache.
"I was drunk enough to be singing, but sober enough to be on key." Should be your new template. Teehee.
This is not a mustache of democracy. I doubt your vote will come to much.
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