Put on yo wed shoos and dance da bwooze....

[cyrano]

Stayed out late tonight, and I think I flirted with somebody. Their first night (they said) playing RPGs. Very very good for an RP virgin. And at the end of the night we exchanged emails, and I found out they're a tecchie--apparently some sort of stage manager for hire. (Have clipboard, will travel.) And we sang showtunes (Two Ladies from Cabaret). Or rather, I sort of sang because I still have this overwhelming fear of singing in public. I used to be in a god damned chamber choir, and I still won't sing in public because eight years ago I had pneumonia and destroyed my singing voice. Not even 'Happy Birthday' at parties.
Anyway. Charming, friendly and a devastating smile. I suspect they have a boyfriend though. Alas.

For those of you keeping score at home; between severe budgeting and creative finagling and help from friends I believe I have gotten myself safely (financially) through the first of April and its assorted obligations. The Lady smiles upon her favorite fool again--Bless her.

And, in case I didn't mention it, I can deal with David Bowie's Let's Dance period much better if I sing the songs in an Elmer Fudd voice.

Now it is far too late and I'm going to bed. Tuesday I find out what my new hours at work will be.

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Karsten and Rochelle, the two redheads from Debbie's, are running a Victorian Vampire White Wolf Thing.
I'm playing a Toreador I based rather loosely on Bryan Batt from Jeffrey.
He's not terribly tied into the plot yet (that I can tell) but he's just got the role dancing Iago in a new ballet production of Otello.