my favorite treasures always display the tenderness of a young girl

Well, Staring Guy was back again yesterday and this time Courageous Girl who Fights the Good Fight just put her sweater over her legs (A sweater you say? But it is summer, Babs! Well, I have to bring a sweater to rehearsal because the David Thayer theatre is FREEZING. Theatre B was pretty cold yesterday, too, actually!). I was journaling, writing down how mad I was about the situation and wrote, what am I supposed to do? Understand and love a guy who tries to sneak peeks up women's skirts? Put myself in his shoes and think maybe he has never had the ability to connect with the opposite sex his whole life and his snarky peeking is a vain attempt to fill a huge void that he is only dimly conscious of? Loneliness... And then I did start to feel sympathy for the old sop, and way less mad about the situation. And I had my sweater with me, so it wasn't that big of a deal, I guess. That's Buddhism for you, folks!

I had a fun evening last night, we all went out after rehearsal to celebrate my friend Emily's birthday. I managed to hold off on too many alcoholic beverages despite the fact that I kept getting beers and martinis put in front of me (I think I actually kind of liked the martini! It was a vodka martini dirty with two olives. Which is cool because now next time I get dumped I can go to a bar and reenact the scene in The Apartment where Jack Lemmon has apparently like 15 of them and makes a circle out of the olives. And if I ever want to poison someone, I will give them a Green Apple martini, which I also tried, and which was vomitous). We were at the Atlas, which for the record, is too damn loud and the music stinks. Then the party broke up and moved to Brother's of all places, which is this huge, loud, sweaty, gross frat bar (sort of like Barney's was, except newer), and I had an anaphylactic reaction to the bad atmosphere and my friend Jaret and I left and watched a movie at my place. I still have a stamp mark on my hand.

Needless to say, my evening would probably have been a lot cooler if I had been in Constantinople. Happy travels, Velveteen!!!