We have one more performance in D.C., this afternoon, as a matter of fact. I do love it here, being swaddled in the luxury of someone else's parents, but I think we're ready to move on to the last leg of our journey. London, y'all. London, Ontario, that is. I have a feeling that their penchant for "matchy-matchy" names (the Thames River, Covent Garden Market, etc.) is going to make me a) miss London, U.K. even more and b) probably speak in terrible R.P. to every poor sap on the street. Hey, they're asking for it.
I don't really have a lot else to add for the day, but I do have one minor pet peeve to rant about: The Sexy Facebook Picture. I can safely say that they are ridiculous and tend to make the subject look more conceited than appealing. I'm not naming names, but c'mon, people. Stop trying so hard. And yes, this is from the girl who is wearing a giant period wig and a corset in her own picture. SHAME.
To avoid ending on such a bitter, shriveled note, I must add a shout-out: Willie and Kevin, your blog gives me no end of joy. I read it and aspire to be as funny as you are. So sorry about your technical problems, but I'm glad you have excellent food and mediocre wine to cheer you up. And don't worry, I'm not just saying this to get out of mailing my rent check.
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