Sunday

Last night, Carmen, one of the actors for the Fringe Festival cooked veggie tacos; and Marcus, and two of the female actors, ate here. They then rushed out for a review at the Suburban World. I stayed home and did not much at all.
Carmen and I caught Mustapha's Bride (Scores high on the almost nekkid man scale) and one other play at the Acadia Cafe. (I never knew they had a theater or sold alcohol...)
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Thong called last night from Saigon. He's still in the city and not going out to the Farm until closer to the wedding.

As luck would have it...

I awoke this morning sometime around 4:00 am. I'd left my car outside last night with the top off. I thought I was seeing hallucinations for a bit, brief flashes of light, that seemed too irregular for cars, but I could hear no thunder. I checked the WeatherBug, and saw storms. Then I beat my butt downstairs and put the car back in the garage.