The Fella had an Opening night tonight, which was stellar and included both a post-party, and a post-post party. In fact, the second one is still going. I first remembered to blog about four hours ago…but then forgot again and got much more interested in food on my “free-eat-anything-night.”
…Currently, Marty is passing around a picture of her Uncle. Apparently I will be marrying him some day…not only to get me into the family (a convenience for all of us)…but also I think, just so she could call me “Aunt Roz.” Which would just be weired. Cuz both her Uncle and I are in our early thirties. And Marty’s 26.
…Crazy stuff happens in the Mid-West (apparently.)
I have sweater teeth.
Have eaten more shit in the past ten hours, than the past ten days put together. My tummy is complaining about it a little. My teeth feel like they are coated in peachy-O sugar granules and cotton balls. I’m well hydrated to fight off that wine I stopped drinking about four hours ago…but I really want a Coke. Don’t have any…and once I go to sleep, my free night of awesome indulgence is over.
…Alllllmost over.
Good times were had.
Off to spend some last moments with the friend-fam.
~D
