Okay, so where was I?

O yeah, the concert was over, and as we walked outside the theatre, I spotted an ice cream store across the street and insisted that the ice cream level in my blood was far too low, and dragged Shae and Rog over and forced Shae to get ice cream even though she is doing Weight Watchers and was over her points and everything, but I am cruel and forced the ice cream past her resisting lips. Or something like that.

I had vanilla and burnt sugar, which tasted just like creme brulee, and was absolutely heavenly. For those of you in the Somerville, MA area, it's the ice cream parlour right across from the movie theatre, and if you are lucky enough to live near this ice cream parlour, you should go there every day.

Every day, I say!

Then we drove back to their house, removing the Moulin Rouge soundtrack from the cd player and putting in Dan Tyminski's album instead.

We were driving in their new car, and they didn't have the thing in it yet, you know, the thing, the thing...the thing that makes it so that you can go through the tolls, you know? I'm not usually up so early, my brains are turning into swiss cheese. In NY it's called the EZ Pass, so this is the MA version, and it gets stuck on velcro strips under your mirror, and, my point for this whole paragraph, they had to take their toll thingy out of their other car and use it in this one, but they didn't have the velcro strips, so I was the Toll Monitor.

We would drive up to the toll booth and I would whip that thing out like I was a gunslinger, and press it to the windshield in the exact right spot and then cheer like a crazy person when we would be "okay"ed through. If this were my car, I'd never get the velcro strips, it's much too much fun doing it that way.

Back at their house, we watched like eighteen trailers that Shae had to watch for work, which is what I call the perfect job, and went to sleep.

In the morning, I arranged to have lunch with Patrick, Lee, Mary Ellen and Muppetgirl, then I spoke with Robert to meet him before my train, then called Kevin and apologized for not going out for a drink with him after the concert because of the siren song of the ice cream. We talked about my shooting the River Plays, and he said that he might know a place in New Hampshire where I can shoot.

Then Rog drove me to meet Patrick at the Gang, Shae claiming that if she stayed behind, she would do the laundry. Uh-huh, laundry, right. Hanging around in her coffee cup pjs playing Snood, that's what she did, you can't fool me!

So I went to the mall across from where Patrick and Lee work, because if it's Patrick and Lee, there's gotta be a mall, and called them and they all came over to join me, Muppetgirl bringing Tanya, the former Muppetbaby, who was just the funniest little spider monkey you ever did see.

We went to the Cheesecake Factory and waited for a long time for a table, which gave everyone plenty of time to drool over the Lord of the Rings movie book that Shae had given me (and my gracious words to her were, "I hate Lord of the Rings!" but I hate the real book, the movie book is awfully cool) and for me to yell at everyone about not updating.

They all gave the same answer, too, the same answer that Shae gave, "Well, nothing's been happening, to which I answered, pulling out my hair, spittle flying, "Nothing's been happening??!! Events have nothing to do with writing for fuck's sake!! The subject isn't important, the writing is!!"

Okay, so I'm a little hysterical on the matter. But honestly, if everyone waited for something interesting to happen before writing, nobody would ever write.

Everyone was totally nice, Patrick wasn't lying about being all cut and muscular and bulging and things; Mary Ellen is terribly funny and as tall as I am, which is kind of a treat, as usually I'm hollering down at the people running around my feet, and has about the most beautiful skin I have ever seen; Lee has no right to keep her life to herself and should start a damn journal like everyone else, though apparently she keeps one on her computer, she just hasn't got around to putting it on the web these last three years or so; Muppetgirl is a really great storyteller--I sort of had the idea that she'd be quiet and introverted, but she is little miss raconteur, don't let her journal fool you!

And here is a picture of Tanya:

Okay, not really, but as good as! I said that Tanya looked like an elf, and everyone started shouting about how no, she's a Muppet, and I realized that she is, in fact, a Gelfling. I hope she's watching out for Skekses!

The food was quite good, I had a turkey club that was the size of my head, and then we each had a square foot of cheesecake for dessert. When we left, we were all waddling and our eyes were bulging with the pressure of food packed all the way into our sinuses.

Mary Ellen, when opening a door, practically fell over from the weight of the food inside of her. You eat your body weight in cheesecake, your center of gravity changes rather quickly!

They shoved me onto the T, and I went to South Station to meet Robert by the stature of the porter. Which isn't in South Station, it turns out, but Back Bay, as Robert and I mistook each other on what the hell station we were talking about. Then I, as I said the other day, you know, the date this was actually occurring, got a ticket for the later train that I actually didn't know existed, and Robert came over to visit with me and keep me company.

Then I went home! It was a flying visit, but great fun. I should do stuff like that more often.

Lenten entries missed:

Columbine redesigned, moved and re-named his journal, spent a sleepless night, talked about books, had a dreadful toothache, and thus, had a root canal, and wrote some irritated letters.

Today's horoscope:
Minds are sharper today and plans are easier to make. Sit down and map out some ideas for future activities your household will enjoy.

One year ago today:
They just said Macbeth twice, and then quoted from it. I wonder how many superstitious actors turned around three times and spat and shot themselves in the temple or whatever moronic thing they feel the need to do.

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