What I’m really doing this weekend: Doe at the Playwrights’ Center tonight, a new play by Trista Baldwin, who’s also a member of this Workhaus Collective of local playwrights. Will report back on results.
And I am supposedly, finally, making it to Body Worlds–which I’m not entirely jazzed about after one of my girlfriends said she was “unprepared for all the penises” at the exhibition. This worries me. I’ve been known to pass out at the sight of gore, goo, and–yes–even penises; and I pass out easily. I just hope it’s not a total gross out. Will report back on these results, too.
Hopefully, buying a new, full-sized bed–not anything kinky. My current one, bought dirt-cheap at Slumberland during my penniless first year out of college, when my kid-brother worked there as a delivery-truck driver and helped hook me up a discount, has started to sag in the middle, rather suddenly. And rather drastically too, trench-warfare style.
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