So, yesterday was fun. Not as much fun as it could have been, but the idea is to enjoy what did happen, not regret what didn't. The question is can I really learn that lesson at this late date.

Anyway, I got to the theatre and immediately told everyone the story about Omar fucking me too hard in the show the night before and practically knocking me off of him, so after the show everyone went up to him and asked him "Did you fuck her too hard tonight?" until his ears turned bright red.

"I can't believe you told everyone that!" "Of course I did, how could I not, it's way too funny! I put it in my journal entry as well." "You did what?!" "It's clear that I meant onstage, honey." "It's just that, that's not a criticism that I have ever gotten before!"

The show itself was much better than opening night, in that the audience really got the show and liked us and laughed at the right spots and everything, which was a lovely treat.

We were good, too, not transcendent, but really good. I'm glad we get to do it four more times. O, and in terms of the fucking too hard, he started out barely fucking me at all and then suddenly he thrust up and I had to clutch at the ground again. Omar doesn't know from a happy medium.

The funniest bit was when Matt went out to set the stage for our show, to set Tiffany's ladder, he came back rather white-faced and called Jon. They both went out, and Jon came back and said, "The ladder isn't there, can you use a chair?" Now, the fact that Tiffany is on a ladder out of Omar's reach is the most important part of her character and their scene together, putting her on a chair would have been awful and spoiled the show.

So Jon said, "Can you use a chair?" and Omar said, "Fuck no!" and tore into the other theatre like he was shot out of a cannon. They are doing a build in that theatre, and they had in fact taken our ladder in order to focus their lights. I knew, though, from Omar's single-minded reaction, that he would either find the ladder or break into a hardware store on 8th Ave. and steal one, but Tiffany wasn't going to be on no chair.

After the show was the good bit, though, as Fran had come to the show so Cynthia convinced Omar to come out to the bar. "One beer, only one beer, that's what I'm having!"

So we went out and a fine time was had by all. He didn't have one beer, he had three and I had three screwdrivers, and Laura and Cecilia and Matt were all there too, and everyone got really looped and really flirty. I mean, the show is so sexual and we are all in such a state afterwards, let alone the audience. Cecilia came up to me and whispered in my ear, "You are such a sex goddess! You were so hot! You were so hot, you got me hot!" to which I answered, "Well, that's what I was going for!"

So there was lots of talk about sex and vibrators (apparently, there exists something called a dolphin) and how hot our show was and how sexy Omar and I are and there was a great deal of nuzzling and snuggling, and two of the girls kissed for the boys entertainment.

At a quarter after one, we left and he walked me to the van and said that I was a naughty girl for getting him drunk and keeping him out so late, but it was Cynthia who got him to go out in the first place and the bartender who got him to drink two more drinks and switched him to Guinness which is so much stronger than Heineken.

It was a great evening. It could have been a better evening had it not ended so early, but the world did not end, there are other evenings in the future, there are other nights that can go on longer.

Today's horoscope:
The thing that's free is also priceless. Activity feeds your spirit. People driven by the same purpose move together in a graceful dance. For Virgo, intuitive organization is the best system of all.

One year ago today:
The above, ladies and gentlemen, is why I have loyal readers who have been reading me every single day for almost six years. That's quality craftsmanship, that is.

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