So Sleepy....

The time of this post is correct. I may sleep in today.

1. The show tonight was awesome - we finally had a decent-sized crowd, and they effing LOVED us. Adding to the joy, Billy left Kyle a message from the Dane Cook show, and I could hear Dane saying "That tire just hit that woman in the FACE!" While somewhat stunned he's still doing that bit, I was still jacked to hear it.

2. Rocky Horror rocked my face yet again - I think it was even better this time, and Diana was nice enough to help me raid the costume shop for a scandalous outfit. Don't tell anyone I did that - but she found the old Rocky costumes from their show, so I went decked out in flouncy short black crinolines, black gloves, fishnets, a red feather boa, and a velvet corset that was about four sizes too small for me (AND sewn for a man, so there was no place to put the girls). And yet I was STILL and AGAIN wearing the same outfit as Josh. Guess we know where the missing corset ended up. Surprise appearances by Glen, Ashley, Bob, Elizabeth & Michael Scholl, as well as Josh's ultracool sister Amber, who passes the "have a blog don't be a prick" requirements for fast-track coolness, and with flying colours. I had a brief but surprising small-talky chat with someone who I thought had officially decided to never ever speak to me, and it was surprisingly meaningful to me - I do so wish sometimes that I didn't care what people think. Anyway, my girl Sarah looked hot hot hot, and Travis, not to be outdone, donned eyeliner for the occasion. You gotta love a straight boy who will say "eyeliner...sure, why not?" Lindberg confessed that Travis had been in the running for Simon Says, and Travis confessed that he totally would have gone for it. Wish that had worked out - funny!

3. I take compliments for my friends as if I was somehow responsible. "Your friend's hot" makes me swell with pride. Like I made him or something. What's that about?

4. I got my first official but tentative precast. I have been told that if a certain theatre does a certain show next year and a certain person gets to direct said show, I'm definitely already playing a certain role. That is such an amazing feeling that I'm totally willing to overlook that I hate when directors do that - because it's only uncool if you're not the one that was precast.

I'm dying - I ate way too much, and I ate it at Perkins at 3:00 in the morning. Bad juujuu.