So I'm rather the sleepy boy today, as I was up 'til nearly three in the morning loading music onto my new iTouch. My uber cool roommate Jason managed to round up several friends to pitch in for one heck of a birthday gift. I can't say that I completely understand how to use it, but it sure looks cool, and now I have scads of musical theatre for my listening enjoyment during my daily metro commute (not to mention those idle hours at work).
The past couple weeks have been tough for me. Career angst always manages to pull me into melancholy, among other things.... Jason encourages me, though, to honesty, to truth, and to grace. All while we share a bottle of wine. I'm very thankful.
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I dressed as the Mad Hatter for Halloween, even though I really wanted to be Charlie Prince, the crazy bad guy from 3:10 to Yuma played by Ben Foster. He was Russell Crowe's number two, and ruthlessly led the gang on their quest to rescue their criminal mastermind leader. Have you seen his awesome leather jacket?! And he has a red beard! Maybe next year. Anyway, my top hat was quite the big hit, as was my red velvet blazer. Egads! And everything was found in or around my closet. Folks were skeptical, but then they realize, "Oh, yes, it's Andrew's closet we're talkin' about here!" and they remember that I am just the odd bird who would own such random articles of clothing. Jillian's party was a hoot, and there were surprises all around from a very clever and creative guest list. I met a couple of the Royal Tenenbaums, a mountain man, Cleopatra, the Girl with the Pearl Earring, Juan Valdez, Eleanor of Aquitaine, even a real live Freudian Slip. I had thought to stop for a couple things at the grocery store on my way to the party, but then I remembered how I was dressed and decided not to humiliate myself more than necessary. Good times, great fun, join us next week. I mean, next year.
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