Oh, yeah. That'd be last night.
Happy Birthday, Paul.
Yeah, so P and Z came with P's new gf and her suitor (for lack of a better term) to opening night of my show.
It was a good show. The lead got a little lost once or twice, but the other lead quickly got her back on track.
Afterwards, we (minus Z) went out for drinks at a local Irish pub. It was arguably to celebrate opening night of the show, but turned into P's bday party at midnight. After the gf (oh, let's just call her L, I have a feeling her name will come up again) dropped off her friend, we stopped by the Lab. Since I had been drinking, I was planning on dropping off the car and getting a ride home from the owner (who lives across the street), but ended up driving home anyway. P & L were outside the house for a good long while; apparently, P was drunkenly professing his profound love for her.
They've been dating for all of one week. I'd roll my eyes at this, but I, too, have known the sting of Cupid's arrow, so I can only shake my head.
Oh, and the car. A friend of mine-- someone I worked with on one show, who I've only seen out and about a couple of times-- offered me a place to stay and the use of his car for two weeks. The place is somewhat far away, so I might not take him up on that, but I did borrow his car.
HOLY COW. I affectionately call it "The Deathtrap."
Seatbelt is halfway severed through, speedometer doesn't work, window doesn't roll up, 5th gear requires a MacGuyveresque bungee-cord arrangement... the list goes on and on. But it gets me from point A to point B, so I'm terribly thankful for that.
Now, I need to find a job. With benefits. That I enjoy. And a car (having no money). And a new place to live (again with the no money thing).
Think good thoughts my way?
Winning lottery numbers would be welcome, too.