Dear God, I am so motherfucking tired. I think I got about fourteen minutes of sleep last night, if that many.

I didn't get home until way after 3a and not into bed until nearly 4a, and last night was the night that Monty decided that what he really wanted was to sleep on my pillow and step on my hair and purr loudly in my ear all night long. And I can't fling him bodily off the bed, he's seventeen years old. Not to mention the fact that I don't have a bedroom door so it probably wouldn't do much good.

So I was doze-wake, doze-wake for the four hours that I actually got to be in my bed, getting up at 8a in order to make it into the office early. If there was ever a morning to go in at my regular time, this was it, but it's my last four days before going home for Christmas and I have a ton of shit to do.

So I spent yesterday in the darkroom, finishing up Melissa's order and doing a few presents, then there was the Christmas show and party.

The show was great, Tracy did Daphne again, which is always a treat, and there was the Curbow Family Christmas and a new one with animals in the manger, but the best one was a Reader's Theatre version of Holiday Legends with Le as the narrator.

It was a scream, he added all of these inside jokes, with company members as people in the town and so on, but as far as I was concerned the funniest thing was my role in Ol' Mange was played by a Spanish girl so he changed her name from Zoe Glossip to Zoe Gonzales. Okay, that doesn't look so hilarious, but trust me, it was if you know the show and the characters. Not to mention that Viola was made to be Viola Rosenberg and she was Jewish and the whole show turned into a Hanukah piece and I just about died laughing.

The rest of it was good, too, and in fact The Grandfather Clock actually gave me chills and that's a show that I never liked much. The one thing was that Cynthia and Fran had brought the kids, and though everybody had thought about all the cocaine and so on in Daphne, nobody remembered the show about the widow and the old maid that is basically all about the fact that there is no Santa! I was hoping that they wouldn't notice that part.

Afterwards was the party, and Omar and I went together. He was a slightly less good date as last time, as people kept stealing him away, but mostly he hung out with me. One time, though, he went to the bar to get us another round and he completely disappeared for about half an hour. I was very much in "who do you have to fuck around here to get a drink" mode, but I saw he was talking to Maryann and knew that I'd lost him for quite some time.

We proceeded to get completely looped, I had five screwdrivers and he had five glasses of red wine. We had dinner in the middle is why we had so many, because of that damn food in our stomachs soaking up the alcohol. We stayed for hours and hours, and everyone was getting very cuddly, Le in particular--he gets a little handsy when he's got some alcohol in him, and he had Omar on his lap a couple of times.

On the other hand, I had my hand on Omar's leg and was rubbing his thigh with my thumb for like three hours, so I am not one to cast aspersions. I'm pretty certain that everyone saw, so I don't know if they think that I'm a real asshole or what, but hey, give me five screwdrivers and there's some thigh-rubbing action happening. I think Le saw, but Le didn't have to see because he is a witch--I'm pretty sure that that is what made him tease Omar even more than he would have otherwise.

We finally left after 3a and took the long way again to the van. I swan, we do something once and then do it forever more exactly the same way. I hooked my arm through his once when he were walking a couple of months ago, and now we always walk arm in arm, the last time we walked to the van from B.B.'s we did so via 9th Ave., so that's the way we walk. We'll see if getting loaded and grabbing his leg becomes a habit, too.

The funniest thing was we were talking about something and I brought up that quote from Fran that Fran and Winni were the only people who didn't want to fuck Omar, and he gave me this stricken look and said, "Winni doesn't want to fuck me?" I told him that it was a joke that we were making back when the two of them had no chemistry during rehearsals for Orpheus, and then he said, "And Fran's married."

O dear Lord that's so funny! Not to mention the fact that Fran is not so much gay, but it was the not-married thing that was his reason for not wanting to fuck Omar. Must be nice to have everyone want you so much that you take it for granted.

When we got to the van, which was not there because it was after 3a and they stop running, I gave him his Christmas presents, the chartreuse scarf and a couple of pictures from Orpheus, then I took a $31 cab ride home. And ended up where we started, with the damn cat keeping me from getting the big four hours of sleep that I would have gotten without his interference.

I got little enough sleep that when I got up I was not hung over because I was still a little drunk. Always a nice way to spend the morning at work, sleepy and hoping everyone can't smell the alcohol oozing out of my pores.

It was a great night, though, I wouldn't have spent it any other way. Slightly embarrassing thigh-rubbing included.

Does it look as though we have been drinking? Ya think?

Today's horoscope:
History is full of surprises. Model your current situation as the echo of something that has gone before. As long as you stay within this form, there's room for endless variations.

One year ago today:
But part of that was the Audience of Death, who weren't just quiet or uninterested, they were actually black holes of doom, sucking every bit of energy from the room, leaving us limp piles of dried bone on the stage floor.

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