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Farwell lesson today. She knows me well enough, unlike Joan, to get me out of my box and express things. Which is, good, because I was feeling rather like I sucked at life. And school.
Then, oddly enough, my dork pianist and I (dork) had a half-hour conversation on the corner before the parking lot that involved watching a caterpillar get run over, eating chocolate, and explaining the intricacies of the Canadian car insurance that won't cover his wreck (not his fault). We stood there talking like dorks and he ended up inviting me to a Halloween party after the opera tomorrow night. At the infamous Milam house. Should be fun. Theater people. If you don't wear a costume you have to go naked.
I've been to naked parties. They can't shock me. Especially since they're all gay. :)
Then, oddly enough, my dork pianist and I (dork) had a half-hour conversation on the corner before the parking lot that involved watching a caterpillar get run over, eating chocolate, and explaining the intricacies of the Canadian car insurance that won't cover his wreck (not his fault). We stood there talking like dorks and he ended up inviting me to a Halloween party after the opera tomorrow night. At the infamous Milam house. Should be fun. Theater people. If you don't wear a costume you have to go naked.
I've been to naked parties. They can't shock me. Especially since they're all gay. :)