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Woke up a couple times through the night, but got back to sleep. I'll take it. On the cake front, Cindi saved things by pointing out we had two pies, a cake, and "something chocolate" already being brought for the party, and I noticed snickerdoodles were no longer being brought. She was also really excited about them, and also a celebrant, so I insisted I'd make them. Stopped by the gym for more of a workout than I'd planned, then ran home to check ingredients, then to the store to get them. I could have sworn TJ's used to carry Cream of Tartar and cornstarch, but oh well, I needed "meatballs" anyway. Got the dough made, but was suddenly wondering if they would melt flat into each other, so I put them in the freezer. Everything done and ready, dressed just as Eliot walked up to the door. Hair flip.
Walking to the theatre, I was reminded of the Gaymer Bonfire that Julian stormed off from. I'd tried to follow him, but lost him waiting for cars to pass. He'd later call me, mad I didn't follow him, insisting he was sitting next to my car as I drove around looking for him, then not able to tell me anything about where he was but "on the street." Ah, memories.
The show itself was fantastic. Brian's part has more physical comedy than I'd realized, and FHA nailed it. The Gary Coleman and Christmas Eve were the same as the Coronado Playhouse version I saw - Gary was great at CP, and even better this time, while Christmas Eve seemed to be having an off night. Still hit "The More You Ruv Someone," though. The girl playing Kate Monster was awesome, and I really wanna take class from Lucy T. Slut. Y'know, once/if APA is open again.
I get the sense that Eliot thinks we're dating. This is awkward, as I thought we were friends with benefits. I still fucked him when I got home, of course, then put the cookies in. He's a good lay, if kind of rough, and a good sport about my apartment being a mess. Also, there was blood after he fucked me, which he was also fine with. He wants to do something tomorrow, but again, isn't sure what. Something active, like pool or darts or hiking, none of which I like. I didn't get to sleep until well after midnight, unfortunately. :-/
Walking to the theatre, I was reminded of the Gaymer Bonfire that Julian stormed off from. I'd tried to follow him, but lost him waiting for cars to pass. He'd later call me, mad I didn't follow him, insisting he was sitting next to my car as I drove around looking for him, then not able to tell me anything about where he was but "on the street." Ah, memories.
The show itself was fantastic. Brian's part has more physical comedy than I'd realized, and FHA nailed it. The Gary Coleman and Christmas Eve were the same as the Coronado Playhouse version I saw - Gary was great at CP, and even better this time, while Christmas Eve seemed to be having an off night. Still hit "The More You Ruv Someone," though. The girl playing Kate Monster was awesome, and I really wanna take class from Lucy T. Slut. Y'know, once/if APA is open again.
I get the sense that Eliot thinks we're dating. This is awkward, as I thought we were friends with benefits. I still fucked him when I got home, of course, then put the cookies in. He's a good lay, if kind of rough, and a good sport about my apartment being a mess. Also, there was blood after he fucked me, which he was also fine with. He wants to do something tomorrow, but again, isn't sure what. Something active, like pool or darts or hiking, none of which I like. I didn't get to sleep until well after midnight, unfortunately. :-/
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