Godspell opened to an almost packed house, and ended with a standing ovation. Needless to say it went very well. I was pleased. Beyond that, I dragged Loren back home with me afterwards and we watched Cannibal the Musical, then dozed a bit on the couch until he reluctantly pried himself from my web of limbs and staggered to his vehicle and then to home. It was nice, though. I enjoyed myself, I daresay. "When I come to visit you in Red Deer--" he said at what point. "If," I corrected him. "*If* you come to visit. I've had a lot of people say they'd come and visit and none did." "True," he replied thoughtfully. "I can't promise anything, but I'll try." "Alright. That's the best I can hope for." It would be nice if he came and visited. I think he'd be readily accepted by the social group there, much like I was. I think I was mostly accepted not because I'm really goth, or punk, or really bizarre, but because the lot of us shared similar interests, and I wore what I was comfortable with and didn't try to be anything else. I think that helped. Maybe being nice helped too. I don't know. Anyway. I hope Loren can find the time and money to drive up around our birthdays. His is six days after mine. I'd like that. . Rosie. PS, The other day, while swimming out at Mim's Beach (a clothing optional beach just outside the city limits), I found forget-me-nots and daisies still in bloom. They're my favorite flowers. I thought the forget-me-not season was over, but I guess it depends on the area.
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