ROXANNE. You don’t have

ROXANNE. You don’t have to WEAR that DRESS TONIGHT

Movies are always more fun when you’re with a large group of people who are ALSO crying. Take, for example, Sunday - when we went to see Moulin Rouge. With just me and Bill in the theatre, it was two hours of me feeling like a weenie because I was crying and Bill wasn’t. Suddenly, surrounded with a group of sobbing girls (and Ron), I didn’t feel nearly so silly about my veklemptness. Go figure.

After the movie, we ate Jaye’s awesome minute-pesto (not exactly, but the way she whips fine cuisine from nowhere at the speed of light flabbergasts me) and then went to Heather’s to serenade her.

HEATHER
you don’t have to pay for pool tonight
save your cash for drinking
you don’t care if it’s wrong or if it is right

HEATHER
they supply the balls and cues tonight
HEATHER
remember to hit the balls in OR-DER
(lyrics courtesy Stephen McCandless)

Then we played pool, for a long long time. Until I was very sleepy and dehydrated, and Ron had thoroughly kicked EVERYONE’s ass. Of course, Bill and Jennifer Pratt were discussing chaos theory and other complicated math-type things all night. I’m so happy for him that he’s finally found someone to geek out with. He tries it with me and it’s just very hard for me to care much about crap I don’t understand.

On a job note, I’m still waiting to hear about the job at RGI, and I also just applied for a job at Cornish. That would be fun… and a far, far shorter ride than from here to Bothell!

Time for breakfast.