L's birthday dinner party was a lot of fun last night. It reminded me of being ten years younger, in my twenties, in college or just freshly out, invincible, better alcohol tolerance, more maudlin and easily swayed by the jukebox, feeling that friends and good times were the most important things in the world. And they are, of course; beer commercials do not lie. Of course, we all had a little too much to drink at the bar afterward and it became a strange orgasmic grope/grind fest, a nipplepooloza if you will. I wonder how we looked to anyone sober! And Mom, if you're reading, I really am a good girl!

Not feeling quite so hungover today, just a little tired and lazy. Can't wait to get back into the routine tomorrow, with kickboxing and such. Tuesday night is my ushering shift at Center Stage for The Miser. I think, ironically, that I revel in the routine so that I'm too busy to notice the monotony of my life. Frantic busyness covers up the uneasy feelings that something undescribable is slipping away.