Monday, May 4, 2009
A WICKED NIGHT
Almost a year went by and I almost forgot I'd bought a ticket. I only went because my friend Angela thinks I'm not a lot of fun and wants me to live a little. So, blah, blah, blah . . . . . got ready and went hoping I'd have an inconspicious seat where I could get some shut-eye.
BOY!!!! Did I ever stay awake! I even rummaged through my purse, retrieved my contacts, and successfully placed them in my eyes (without a mirror), so I could see the production clearly.