I dreamt that I married this guy, but I didn't know him very well, and it was a very casual ceremony. Mom was taking pictures with an instamatic, and I wondered why we hadn't gotten a photographer, if nothing else.

Then my husband called me Bill accidentally, and then said, "Why did I say Bill? Is there a Bill here?" "Only my dead father," I answered, not meaning that he was there physically, but in spirit, "But you probably said that because my mom calls me Bill sometimes accidentally."

Then he needed some Immodium, and I was looking for it, and I ran into Molly and Bonnie and said, "Guess what? I just got married!" They asked me who I married, but I couldn't remember his name. That's when I figured that we might have gotten married just a little bit too quickly.

I really do want to get married, more than anything, but I think that I'd want to know the guy's name first. That's kind of a deal-breaker.

So yesterday I put into a suitcase: 24 bottles of water, 24 cans of Pepsi and Diet Pepsi, 8 bottles of apple juice, 10 boxes of Yoohoo, 8 bottles of Snapple, a rolls of tickets and a few envelopes. And could barely move the suitcase.

Do you know how much a suitcase filled with 24 bottles of water, 24 cans of Pepsi and Diet Pepsi, 8 bottles of apple juice, 10 boxes of Yoohoo, 8 bottles of Snapple, a rolls of tickets and a few envelopes weighs?

Well, neither did I, but when I got to work, I did the whole 'a pint's a pound the world around' thing, and there are 16 ounces in a pint and half a liter is a pound and figured out that it was over 50 lbs that I was dragging, and even with a roll-y suitcase I had a hard time. I thought it was much more, frankly.

I dropped it off at the theatre and then had to take a taxi to work. Maybe I should add that $8 onto my expenses!

I was excited all day at work, I couldn't wait to get to the theatre to sell my concessions!

I was really in an obsessive frenzy, constantly doing math problems, figuring out what each item cost me individually, what the profit percentage was per item, how much everything I had brought to the theatre was worth, both what I paid and what I was selling it for, I felt like Scrooge McDuck.

When I left work, I went to the liquor store to buy the cheapest bottles of wine that I could possibly find, fingers crossed that they wouldn't taste like Drano.

I found a bottle of white for $6 and a bottle of Merlot ("I'm not drinking any fucking Merlot!") for $7 and figured that that was pretty good. The white was even cold! And it was also, I found out when I got to the theatre, a screwtop bottle. Always a sign of quality!

I got a bag of ice for $3.80, and put everything into the cooler and made a sign with all of the prices and waited for the money to roll in. Kelly was there helping out, she's in the alternate cast for the show and wasn't on tonight, so she had two glasses of wine. "Is it any good?" "Yeah, it's good!" "Screwtop wine!" "You charged me $3 for a glass of screwtop wine?!"

I need to go out to Trader Joe's next week sometime and get me some Two Buck Chuck. And hopefully it'll cost Two Bucks in NJ.

My goal is to make $20 a show, and I made $18, so that was pretty close! And there were only 10 people in the audience, so that's not bad at all, considering!

The most important thing is that I made $10 for running the box office and $18 for concessions! So it was definitely a good idea! I'm still $70 in the hole, but I don't think it'll take me forever to make that. Hopefully they'll have good houses for Shrew.

Today's horoscope:
Stop wishing you were with them. You know you're welcome, so get online and make reservations. If you absolutely can't get away yourself, book them a flight. It's time to reconnect -- and you know it.

One year ago today:
The Devils loss to the Flyers, 3-0, was as an arrow to Mark's heart. I asked him if his character was supposed to be in despair, and he averred, so clearly the game did wonders for his performances. Though I've no doubt that he would have preferred to just act it.

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