Okay, so, not drunk. Just slightly tipsy. Which, for me, is pretty much drunk, since when I'm actually drunk, I'm asleep.
I shall be asleep shortly. Yes, I did go out. Yes, it was fun. I may regret this in the morning, though more for the lack-of-sleep factor rather than the hangover factor.
is it sad that even when I am tipsy and posting, I still take the time to correct my spelling?
ps. Oresteia: bloody. Lots of blood and gore. Both Clymenestra and Orestes (the actors) were really good, the rest of the cast was...okay. Agaemmnon had a codpiece. (!!!) And I'm not sure I much liked the serious case of Deux Ex the play came down with at the end. And a very offensive speech by Apollo about how women are just the soil in which the seed is planted, and the father is the true parent. Not entirely surprising from Aeschylus, I suppose.
Funny. Audiences will boo Katerrina's final speech in The Taming Of The Shrew every time. But nobody so much as peeped during Apollo's preachy little interlude.
Dinner at Mad Cow. Their steaks are pretty good, I recommend the chimichurri sauce, and the heirloom tomato salad (although I prefer it when they garnish it with basil).
You know, me tipsy on my journal doesn't sound much different to me sober on my journal, does it?
I shall be asleep shortly. Yes, I did go out. Yes, it was fun. I may regret this in the morning, though more for the lack-of-sleep factor rather than the hangover factor.
is it sad that even when I am tipsy and posting, I still take the time to correct my spelling?
ps. Oresteia: bloody. Lots of blood and gore. Both Clymenestra and Orestes (the actors) were really good, the rest of the cast was...okay. Agaemmnon had a codpiece. (!!!) And I'm not sure I much liked the serious case of Deux Ex the play came down with at the end. And a very offensive speech by Apollo about how women are just the soil in which the seed is planted, and the father is the true parent. Not entirely surprising from Aeschylus, I suppose.
Funny. Audiences will boo Katerrina's final speech in The Taming Of The Shrew every time. But nobody so much as peeped during Apollo's preachy little interlude.
Dinner at Mad Cow. Their steaks are pretty good, I recommend the chimichurri sauce, and the heirloom tomato salad (although I prefer it when they garnish it with basil).
You know, me tipsy on my journal doesn't sound much different to me sober on my journal, does it?