The show opened last night! And you know what that means, right? It means that I don't have to rehearse it anymore!

Hurrah!!!!

And it went pretty well, thanks. Kinda low energy and you could drive a truck through some of those pauses, but most of the lines came out in more or less the correct order and nobody embarrassed me or themselves, which is always a plus.

And I got flowers. That's the best thing about directing, the presents!!

Also yesterday I went to the dentist and got my teeth stabbed, I mean cleaned, and the crown that fell off at the wedding over a month before was crazy-glued back into my head.

The funniest part was when he had the stabbing machine in my mouth, poking at my front teeth (you know, it's the thing that squirts water in your mouth at the same time--it's kind of like getting your teeth tattooed), and he was working on my front teeth, and he poked at a sensitive part and I, startled, went "aah!", and he, startled, squirted water straight up my nose.

So in addition to having my teeth cleaned, I also got my sinuses sluiced out! Now that's what I call full-service dentistry.

An interesting thing happened when I was walking to the dentist.

I have been living in this city for almost fifteen years and Lord knows I see jillions of people every day, but they tend to blur into one big blob, and I'm usually reading anyway, but as I was walking down the street I started looking at the other people walking down the street, and it was as though this switch flipped in my head and I suddenly saw each of them as individuals.

It was extremely odd. I would look as each person for like three seconds each, and I would laser in on their face and expression and clothes and it was as though every single one of them was important and unique (which of course they are) and I would see it, and go on to the next person.

After the dentist, I tried doing it again, but it was gone. I must try to look up from my book again sometime.

So, Wonderboy rang me on Wednesday, I rang him back on Thursday, and Friday...

Nothing. Not a peep.

So I called him this morning and he said that he couldn't come down today because his mother was making him help clean the home (I cannot believe that I am in love with a man who has to cancel a possible date because of his mother!). However, we did talk on the phone for an hour, and at one point he said that it was pretty unusual for a person to be funny and have plenty of common sense at the same time (I think he was talking about me, and if he wasn't, I don't wanna know!), and he might take me out on my birthday, so I'm pretty happy.

One year ago today:
Stupid people in museums.

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