I have an improv show-- perhaps my last-- that night as well.
And the 13th is my birfday. I'm gonna be nine years old!* But I think I'll stay six forever and ever. :)
Richard did my hair. It only took three anna half hours! :P It looks grrrrrrrrreat.
Then I helped him clean up the shop, and had a drink with him and his sweetie at their home.
OH MY DEAR LORD-- THEIR HOME.
I'm still stunned. It was exquisite. The gardens, the Waterford crystal, the Lennox china, the the the STUFF. HOLY SMOKES. The grand tour took an hour.
Then he gave me a red Liz Clairborn handbang and told me to get the fuck out.
Check it out. HE'S MAKING THAT FACE HE MAKES!
Good heavens. I crack myself up.
Heh. The boy's currently playing guitar and singing at karaoke while his dad cheers him on. He's gonna be famous, that kid.
Hope he's not too famous to do some yard work and painting next week ;)
* Add the two digits of your age together for your "real" age. Repeat as necessary :)