Sunset Stroll

Both NOAs & eservice picked up (finally), but I still managed to get all of my mail done for tomorrow. Good thing, too, since JJD let us all know he'd be out. I know we're permanently down one person, but even with that, we'd have a small team. I also looked into the time discrepancies, but mostly just for options. Even called the Department of Labor, but they had no real options for me. Our insurance agents asked for info on Candace's claim and I sent them both the letter she sent me thinking I was getting her actual claim amount and the copays. And DFEH is going to move forward with my case against FB. Don't need to win, just need to call FB's attention to the problem of their Community Standards enforcement. Why can't they just copy Twitter, NextDoor, or Quora? It seems like most everyone but FB doesn't find it that difficult. I guess Parler is right there with them, but that's kind of embarrassing for both of them, tbh.

On a more fun note, Michael offered me some comps for the night's RHS at OB Playhouse. I knew Julian planned to see me when I go back to Guest at CI someday, and whether he believes it or is just parroting everyone else, he often laments that I never leave my cave, so I accepted. Told Julian about it when he got home but the response was less than enthused. He felt guilty for it, but strongly did not want to go. Didn't come up with great excuses, but there were none needed. I invited a few others in his stead, very careful to avoid Julian's jealousy. But also pointed out some absurdity over it. If he's going to stamp his foot every time I so much as mention or meet with someone I've fucked he's going to be livid all the time. No one else was able to go either: Tim due to pain, Colleen and Patrick both due to work, and FHA due to the production company and everyone else in SD blacklisting a woman for reporting sexual assault. Damn. But the tickets were already assigned so I got cleaned up and headed over. Downloaded the directions on my phone before I left, both so I could save data and avoid that same data getting (and getting me) lost and confused. I was so looking forward to catching up with Michael, but from behind his mask he just said a superfluous greeting and showed me the reserved "FAGER" seats. Not gonna lie, I felt glamorous. It really does not take much for me.

The show was stellar. Beautifully interpreted and geniously integrated AP. I got at least a vague sense of how they were doing it - mostly just avoiding lines during songs, which makes perfect sense, so I joined in. In spite of forgetting most of the lines until just after the moment passed, a young lady behind me, Natalie, thought I was a paid member of the show. There were some kind of awkward conversational moments and I thought back to the young lady with blue glitter at the Boy & Bear/Codi Brody Stogi Cobi show. I so regret not exchanging info with her. Didn't make that mistake this time - we exchanged numbers. She loves stand-up, so I'll keep her in the loop next time Brandon has one of his open house open mics. Can't imagine that'll be soon, but eventually. I really loved that they also allowed their Frank & Crim to interact with the audience. It really made me so excited to perform again, in almost any format. I even thought about re-joining cast, but I think that chapter is closed. I have so many other irons and avenues I need to pursue.

It was around 10 when I got home and Julian was just stepping outside to smoke. He was a little tipsy and reaffirmed his decision to stay home. Would've been too late - he needs his sleep! I apologized for waking him on his walk to smoke. We stayed up a little longer while I waited for my pills to kick in and the adrenaline from the show to wear off, watched some music videos. Tessa Violet's "I Like (the idea of) You" came on and one of the dancers has similar hair to my current state. Julian "joked" again that if I grow my hair out to the style I want, he'll file for divorce. That's not a threat, though.