Tonight: The BFF’s fella and “Aunt Lily” from Children’s Hour were in the audience.
…The Fella was heard immediately, with his totally specific gufaw-laugh.
Post-show hang had us locked out of two pubs before we finally found a place still open that would eat and drink us.
(P.S. It’s Friday. What fucking pub closes at 11pm on a FRIDAY?!!?!)
…So without other casties, we made due with cheese sticks, n sliders, n potato skins, n’ generously poured Long Islands.
Yummers.
…Naughty.
…So, even better.
Theatre, moving, house-pimping, Dr. Who, kids, food, and theater again…were on the docket.
…Also this HIGHLY appropriate/inappropriate French condom commercial, that “Aunt Lil” pulled out, in show-and-tell.
(Bless European non-sensor standards.)
We were HOWLING and talking back at the screen, non-freakin-stop.
…And you will too.
But first, I’d like to dedicate it to a missing family member tonight:
Dear Karen/(Marty),
Aunt Lily thought I should see this for educational purposes.
If anything, it only salted the wound of irony.
Here.
…I thought you should have it.
Just because Joe’s gone forever, doesn’t mean you’ll die all alone: A spinster/virgin/nun.
…(But you prob’ly will anyway.)
…So hey, at least you have one less thing to worry about.
…And until now, you had no idea that a dancing, possibly-diseased-penis, was something you needed to actually “worry about.”
So: you’re welcome.
Love (to my death),
Martha.
~D
