Anne and I Had A Dinner Party!

I dressed like a fifties housewife.

Anne wore her new shoes.

There were tiaras and pesto.

Also, lots and lots of wine.

Before:



After:

High Culture

The thing about really good theater -- it's transcendent. It somehow allows you an insight into humanity.

Truly great theater gives you a glimpse of something in yourself that perhaps you didn't know was there.










Last night I went to this very important theater event.


I saw something in myself.


It was my inner 60-something southern slut dressed in mauve. Turns out, my inner Blanche is a drag queen.

I guess, somewhere inside, I knew this already, huh?