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Tonight I met some of The Goils and we went to Beauty Bar and then we went to Movieoke where, properly tipsy, Kitana and I performed a scene from that greatest of unappreciated cult comedies, Brain Candy:

Kitana: Get your finger out of my face, Don.
Tavie: Don't you touch my finger.
Kitana: Get your finger out of my face!
Tavie: Don't you touch my finger!

When we tussled, there were big laughs. I was especially proud of my delivery of "Ow, my fucking finger."

None of this would have been possible without the whiskey I consumed at Beauty Bar, but I'm very glad we did it. Wow, I can't believe I got up in front of a bunch of strangers and said stuff, all perform-y-like. It was really fun. Are performers always drunk?

(I've been drunk unusually often this week. Probably the most often I've ever been drunk-- twice in one week. Don't be alarmed. It was fun. Now I must study and write a paper.)

(Oh, oh: I had a pleasantly stupid conversation with an equally tipsy young man walking home from the subway. The best part was, there was no penis visible at any time during the conversation. Therefore I'm back to not hating men!)

(I wonder what we talked about.)

(I hope we never meet again.)

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