In other news we went to see the Jose Limon dance troupe at Meany Hall tonight. The brilliant part of the night was a modern dance interpretation of the Ghastlycrumb Tinies. It was just so damn clever, and of course fun to watch each of the evil children get their come-uppance. However, because of staying out so late the night before I was in sad shape for such a cerebral evening, although for once I was mostly able to stay focused on the dance and the music. Worthy O really didn't care for the evening, though. Thank goodness for Shalimar.
Finally, on our way to the car we saw Ann Donovan and Randy Pape, my former best friend and her boyfriend. It's nice to see they're still together, and I was relieved that my heart didn't stab paralyzing sadness through me and I was able to just pass by and say, "Hi, Ann, hi, Randy," and continue my walk and dance analysis with Worthy O.
Otherwise I'm trying to wrap up my Tablet story, and I'm obligated to take a shower tonight so work on retiling the walls can continue without a fine liquid layer in the way tomorrow morning. Ooh, I'm going to go defrost some bacon for breakfast RIGHT NOW.