2.14.02 (later)

valentine’s day, 2002: opening night of sleuth. i wore fishnet stockings, a velvet fringed scarf and chopsticks in my almost-long-enough-for-an-up-do hair. i’m not working backstage for this one, so i had two tickets for the show, but no date. sat alone near the back and shot daggers at all the women dressed in bright red. after the show randy put a glass of red wine in my hand and then saw to it that it never got below half full. figured i wasn’t drinking much because it was a skinny champagne glass, forgetting that what it lacks in width, it makes up for in height. moved to the party downstairs where i talked stanford drama talk with one of the actors, who graduated from stanford about 10 years before i did, all the while holding up the bar and feeling paranoid about whether i was talking too loud. made the situation worse by moving on to the next bar with the gang and letting hannah put a white russian into my hand. pretty soon all i wanted was to get out of the bar NOW. made hannah drive me home on her way to meet everyone at the Towne, where i watched one of the two dvds that i own and tried to keep my head upright. i haven’t had this too-much to drink since that time and lauren and paul and i drank gin and orange juice concentrate outside of terra, and then we tried to go to bed but we were too drunk, so we spent half the night sitting up – paul crying for humanity and me just trying not to barf.