You have got to see my ass! No, seriously!

I was in the shower yesterday and suddenly slipped and fell, landing quite hard on the bath caddy that I have across my tub. At the time there was just an extremely long bleeding scratch on my ass, but last night when I got home, I had a peek at it, and...my goodness!

You have never seen a bruise like this in your life, trust me when I say this. It rather looks as though I painted it on, but extremely badly. If I had done it with makeup I would be told, "For heaven's sake, what are you thinking? Bruises aren't that colour, and they certainly aren't that shape!"

Really. Seriously. You should see my ass.

So yesterday was a busy day, first Kelly and I went over to Bobbi's to learn the Tarantella, which was quite easy, to Kelly's great relief. She kept saying, "I'm so glad that I'm supposed to be doing this badly!"

So I told Bobbi the lines that happen during the dance and we figured out exactly what Kelly was supposed to be doing and when, and we ended up with a swell dance that isn't that difficult.

After that we had our runthrough for Philip, though we only did Acts I and II, since we only had a two hour slot and this ain't no two hour show. It went surprisingly well, much smoother than anyone expected, though had we done Act III we wouldn't have thought anything of the sort, as Act III has not been done in a row, well, ever. And won't until Friday, while we're at it.

After that, Omar and I walked back to his apartment, which he is finally moving out of on Tuesday, though his folks were coming with the car to get his bed and computer just then.

It's this sort of end and beginning thing--it's great that he's finally getting out and getting free, but it's sad because it marks an end to this period in his life.

We parted and I went to the bar to have a little dinner, and he ended up calling me and we talked for about an hour, which was a little funny, since he was actually sitting on a bench about half a block from where I was sitting.

We talked about the changes that are happening in his life and what he wants in a relationship and how he is trying to become himself, and I kept thinking, "Does this have anything to do with me? Should I be reading anything into anything?" but then I thought no. He's my best friend and I love him and support him and he's going through this death and rebirth, and the last thing I should do is try to take anything he says at less than face level.

So then I had the box office, which I had to race away from as soon as the show started because it was Randy Newman at Carnegie Hall!

It was a great show and I took a million notes and saw him afterwards and he was very sweet, but frankly if I decided that I wanted to write about the whole show before finishing this entry, I'd never finish this entry. So maybe I'll talk about it in a few days.

But anyway, great show and he was terrific.

Okay, I can't stand it, look:

Is that not the most spectacular ass bruise you have ever seen?

Today's horoscope:
Policy analysts bring good news at the heart of a detailed report. Buyers find their way to the perfect deals in the right market. It's Virgo's cosmic job to publish a legible map of the unseen world.

One year ago today:
Because it is very bad of me! Bad! Very! Which I knew, but that didn't make the money fly out of my ass. Fortunately it flew out of my mother's ass with great force and Melissa will not have to wait another few weeks.

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