Euro is eating my brain with a sharpened fondue fork.
I saw Sara's play in staged-reading form last night, in between some slightly mediocre play about a guy who dreams about his mother showing up on his dates and a 10-year-old's play about the height of middle school sophistication, rather remniscent of a Disney show. Sara's seemed a bit out of place, looking back. Well. It was the excellentest. The characters were awesome--I think that was the best part, what made it so cool. They were interwoven and inextricable and ALMOST as osom as Dillon and Marta in the play we wrote while daintily sipping watered-down food coloring at the Reception.
And Alex came. Which was super.
We went to the Cheese Cellar, which, Mara, you better have been to, because you would love it. Fondues and gourmet finely breaded lightly fried blended cheese pieces (= cheap frozen mozzarella sticks) and all that is good to eat and swallow. I got an aura reading (yellow) and too much Alexperversions. Sara invited, via Mass Emailing, a bunch of people, and I happened to know a lot of them, which was crazy...Erica was there, and Megan, and Trevor and Jimmy, whom I had met, and someotherpeople. So. It was crazyosom.
Osom looks like it should rhyme with bosom
but it doesn't.
And then some orphan eating and skiizing and chairliftwohnen and harassment and now I'm paying it all back with my soul and some Euro homework.
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