breaking the theatre-whore curse.

we opened the shit out of "romeo and juliet" tonight. and then we had a motherfucker of an opening night party in which juliet captured me and wouldn't let me go for, like, half-an-hour, the director proved that he's the most cordial sonofabitch to all the essential girls, got dry-humped several times by my celibate yet sloshed friend, and got a little hot in the pants for a certain cast member. this all happened because of alkie-hol, none of which actually entered my body.

wild nights, wild nights
at the guthrie
wild nights are not a luxury.

then i had to walk another durnkass boy home across loring park at 2 a.m. to his girlfriend's place. she doesn't like me much i think. and i didn't do anything.

but here am i, in my favorite place, my online journal. see? i had so many opportunities, and i chose to come home. alone. jesus christ, i'm boring.

at least i've finally found a theatre where i don't date every boy.

but then...there's still 5 weeks of run. *^_^*