October 10, 2002 @ 5:16 p.m.
I am a saucy wench

I forget, after being all serious and organised for the last however long, that spontaneity and whim can be really fucking fun.

After my news last Thursday, I got a call from Nick, whom I haven't seen for ages, wanting to catch up. I imagined we'd go for a quiet beer or three, but Nick had other nefarious plans. You have to watch those Performing Arts majors, they're so nefarious.

So we ended up going to see some excellent Fringe Festival-related theatre, and I met a girl who had my glasses and my mannerisms and was a little freaked out. She was nice though. Didn't try to eat my soul or steal my jacket, and you know, I'm grateful for that.

I saw a play called Laundry at 4am. It was performed in laundry. But at 10pm. I imagine 4am would hurt ticket prices somewhat. I enjoyed it, and the other one we saw, the name of which I've forgotten.

Afterwards we traipsed to Hideout for eats and drinks, and two guys sitting at a table across from us kept looking at us and laughing. Or so I imagined. They could have just been looking at something really, really near us and laughing. I noticed one of them was wearing a 'Porn Star' brand cap (come on dude, that's so 1999 of you), which lead to me musing to Nick about why you only ever see ugly and/or really fat people wearing PS clothing. Truly one of the mysteries of the ages. Nick didn't know either, but his real question was why people would want to advertise being a porn star in the first place. I politely refrained from giving him the answer that came into my head in case he dropped dead from shock.

My chips and Nick's fruit salad finally arrived (oh dear, it sounds like a warped version of a first date dinner). I tucked into my chips with gusto, inadvertently spilling tomato sauce on my top over my right boob but not noticing for some time. And feeling quite the dickhead for doing so. This time, people at several tables were staring: at the girl cursing loudly while frantically rubbing her breast, and the guy sitting next to her pretending not to notice. I am the epitome of social grace and tact. Compared to a retard with tourette's syndrome who randomly molests strangers, anyway.

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