Just because I held a cell phone to a mug of sangria in the middle of a restaurant at 1 a.m. and told someone to talk to it doesn't mean I was trashed or anything. I was just letting her say hi. By "her" I mean Alissa, not the sangria. :)

Saw an interesting production of "Prometheus" Saturday night, with Angie's roommate Jo starring (sort of) as one of the 16 Daughters of Ocean. It was pretty cool, actually, although our seats being about four inches away from the stage resulted in a few of those god-please-don't-let-me-start-laughing-right-now moments (specifically in relation a questionable view of Hermes', um, costume). Good times, good times.

And now another friend is visiting for the next few days, so I'm going to try to take off a bit early -- without even reading the new Trading Spaces recap on everyone's favorite website, Television Without Pity. If you already read it, don't tell.