4.29pm
Monday
21 March 2005

Becky and Brian's birthday bash was fabulous, allowing me to see and hang out with plenty of people that I see rarely, and enabling extraordinarily silly games with megaphones made from rolled up posters. We racked up a $400 bill of 420s and gin and tonics and it was magically covered by everyone in just moments.

And yay, I think Becky liked my present for her:

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Fantasm on Saturday night was killa. That happy nerve that had been dangling and frizzing for the majority of last week finally got turned on like mad by: dancing, body shots, fabulous outfits (on Elena and me, and also in the general sightseeing sense), meeting an artist, and also Dee's boy, seeing a short video that Parker made which rocked my world, taking some pictures myself, painting on Ert's back, posing for two separate Mikes (for an unbelievably beautiful reclining sketch, and for some lovely photographs), a hot hot shower, getting to do my monologue, intending to do it for just a few and getting it turned into a thing by my awesome, exciting and inspirational friends, who got like 30 people at the party to come watch me, breakfast at the hotel with hot delicious coffee, finally coming home and laying down in my soft soft bed. And Elena and I realizing then that it was late enough that we could call B-dawg, and sing him happy birthday.

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