So. Last night I went to a party where everyone was wearing a red dress. The original chea/lazy plan, when I was convinced to attend with a promise of a spot on the guestlist, was something togalike constructed from sale priced bed sheets, but then I worried that such a solution would be more conspicuous than just going along with the theme. Perhaps trying the garment on before arriving at the party might have been a good idea? Or maybe not. The internet is filled with blackmail photos, if I cared. I think that I consumed more caffeinated soda there than I have in nearly a decade and am still jittery.
Other things from this week that I forgot to mention. the Blow + of Montreal on Friday, followed by a stop at the Rosebud. Then Buster in Pine Street trying to get hit by a car / hail a taxi. Several happy hours on Thursday. Arm wrestling and darts. Seeing Notes on a Scandal (tension! depressing! breakdown! but good) earlier in the week. wake up, pass out, fall down,