I had oodles of fun (oodles?) after the show on Friday. We all went out for drinks in the French Quarter (I sneaked a few sips while my mom wasn't looking) and stayed at the place until after midnight. I stayed at Jessica's that night, and Mary Lauren and her fiancee Blaine came over to her apartment.

Mary Lauren was the one who I met when I was, um....Mentally Unstable. You may remember me saying that I called her Sister Mary. Heh.

Well, she brought over a bottle of wine, and one thing led to another (it was White Zinfandel) and we walked all the way to a Circle K in our pajamas.

This was probably not the smartest thing to do, considering:
A. It is New Orleans
B. It was three in the morning
C. And we were scantily clad.

I mentioned this to them once we got into the little minimart at Circle K and, of course, they hadn't even realized that we may be proposing ourselves bodily harm, so we ran all the way back to Jessica's.

They say that I run like an autistic cat. But can autistic cats even run? Can a cat even be autistic?

Jessica called Kevin about eight times that night. He's in Mobile, Alabama, right now, shooting that movie. He called her once, drunk, and told some extra to "come over here and give me a hug, sweetie" right into the mouth of his cell phone.

This precipitated a chain of events back here in the Big Easy that we could have done without.

A couple, about three states away, both drunk and screaming at each other and one is supposed to be shooting a movie with a ginormous budget and no room for error. And they are both over 21.

Pan-scan across the room to the 14-year-old sitting on a bean bag....laughing.

So I pased out about 4 and then arrived back at the theatre around 1 for the matinee. All was well...we went back to the French Quarter for lunch and I saw some friends from school. That's a first for me since I've started at Ben Franklin. It was almost cool.

So now I'm just Recovering. I'm supposed to be at Brooke's around 2:30 to go to some haunted corn thing, eh....I guess I'll still go if I don't feel sick.

Fun stuff.

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