I should have just run back home to bed, but instead I went furniture shopping. Some of it was probably avoiding the house. "She"'s daughter Desirée was visiting for Mother's Day, and I, well, like Desirée. And liking Desirée makes me feel more conflicted about the whole damn "She" thing. It's kind of funny. Desirée is almost a clone of "She". Pictures of them at the same age are hard to tell apart.
But Desirée was raised outside of "She"'s clan, by adoptive parents, and the differences are telling. She's wild enough, and somewhat self-centered, but she's not mentally unstable. I sincerely hope she does well, and am saddened by the fact that I probably won't be seeing her again.
So I went looking for a desk to replace the damn bistro table of "She"'s I've been using. After a few stops, I found a couple of possibilities at Ikea - depending on whether I rearrange my room or not. Of course, by then I was starting to get so tired I was nauseous, and there was a show to do later, so I went home and got an hour's bedrest or so.
All this unfortunately meant I missed
The show was, umm, what's the word I'm looking for? Ah yes: Slow. I definitely had people, and we certainly had fun, but the bar was a bit on the empty, echoey side of things.
Towards the end of the night, "Wayne" walked in, which provided some entertainment for several of us. Wayne's a tranny, TV I believe, who in this instance was wearing a waaaay too short minidress, a wig, and an Alice Cooper-style paintjob.
Also, already pretty drunk walking in. It was quite.... interesting.
It was fun, I'm home now, and I'm falling asleep in my chair.
Time to transfer this to the bed...