quilty

So.

Worked at a benefit for a crazy-good theatre company. Free martini's all evening. After a few hours, I felt distinctly like the voice of sobriety. Lots of very drunk people talking to me about art while I tried to clean up after them. ("Cause we, you and me, we're artists, so we get things other people don't get, I mean, they just don't see, you know what I mean?")

And eyebrow waxing! I have these obscenely thin eyebrows now, and it's a little bizarre. This is new for me.

Thought about writing, but played Bill the Demon instead. Yum, geeky.