It was fucking spring yesterday!

In fact, it was so much spring yesterday that I wrote a little thing about spring for today's entry, but since it is currently snowing, I think I'll save it for another damn day.

I dreamt that I was both the officiant and the photographer for Beth and Jeremy's wedding, but that I was so busy with the officianting that I totally forgot to take any pictures.

The wedding was a three-day event, and I remembered at the end of Day One, so I thought that maybe if I took lots of pictures of Days Two and Three that nobody would notice that there wasn't a single photo of the ceremony.

I did, however, take some pictures of a topless girl in a gas mask that I really must re-create in real life, because the proofs looked really good in my dream.

So yeah, yesterday was a beautiful day and I thought that Spring Was Here, but March comes in like a liar, remember, and is still lying like a rug, even though it's nearly April.

The other show closed out last night and I made another big buttload of money (I love this show! I want it to run forever!) and Matty came because Moira was in the show, and he thought that it was Laundry and Bourbon again. A show from two months ago. That he already saw. Don't ask.

Anyway, he is going to drive me and my giant mirror to my house one of these days, thank goodness. Leslie was going to, but she has a sick pet, and I don't want to bother her with my silly problems when all that is going on.

Another harbinger of spring besides the ones that I mentioned in my Ode to Spring that is going to appear on a day when it is not snowing, is my wanting to spend money.

I stopped at Duane Read on my way to the theatre to pick up cigarettes, decided I needed new knee-highs for the show, since the other ones were all over holes, and did you know that you can get a pair of knee-highs for 68¢? I guess people aren't buying them so much these days.

Then, because I felt like I was getting my period, I bought pads and pills, because no matter how many pads and pills I already have at home, it's not as though I won't use them up. Then I got more gel-drops, because I can't find my gel-drops, and, because I really thought that it was really spring, nail polish!

Ain't nothing like spring to make me itch to paint my nails. I got some great black sparkly polish and some pearly opal polish, and I would have painted them last night if I wasn't still doing Fiddlin' and Burnin' and both of those polishes would be completely out of character.

So yeah, I spent $41 at Duane Read, and I didn't even get the hair dye that I needed to get later so that my hair would be fresh for the cast party that I am apparently going to with Mark, since that's what he hinted the other day, but I don't know for sure, but better have my hair dyed anyway.

Yeah, snow or not, it's totally spring.

Lord, I made the hideous mistake one time of calling one of the guys I work with "Papi" as a joke. I was calling him over the radio for the cleaning lady, and she was calling him Papi, so I did too, as a little joke. When he came down the stairs, he said, "You did not just call me Papi!" and we all laughed.

It is now about two or three weeks later, and every damn time he and I and she are in the lobby together, she starts going on and on with the Papi and the laughing, and if the other guy is down there, he joins in, and they are all teasing the first guy in Spanish, and everyone really needs to let. It. Go.

Goddamn Papi.

Today's horoscope:
For the longest time, you've been the very soul of patience -- and that's what others expect from you. At the moment, however, you're not feeling especially patient. You're actually not feeling patient at all. Oh, go ahead. Let 'em have it.

One year ago today:
Also, the girl who's running the box office after Deb had to drop out for Sunday, so yesterday was all about finding replacements and sending emails and blah blah blah fishcakes.

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