Thought Dump:

I went to a formal dinner (sort of) today (or yesterday, actually, I guess). It’s nice to see my friends all schnazzied-up every once and a while. Some of them seem to enjoy it a bit much, though. In a fashion typical of she who hosted the party, we were made to give toasts, and because I had no idea what to say, I made up a limerick for one and shared the other with my brother.

It was the eighth performance of Grease tonight. We’re getting better every time, which is exciting. Even Saturday nights don’t faze us now. This may well be the most fun I’ve ever had doing a show. The people are nice, the music is fun. I’ll be sad next week when it’s over.

I have to get finger-printed on Monday for my new job. Apparently it’s some sort of regulation if you’re going to work for the federal government. Sigh. Now I can never achieve my lifelong ambition of having a life of crime. It’s so sad.

I like Oregon summer weather:

And now it's almost 5 AM. Perhaps I'll want to sleep soon, especially with another performance tomorrow.