Tonight is a gals-only evening in Harbor East…dinner and Les Mis. I can’t stand Anne Hathaway’s ass but I hear she makes a stellar Fantine. Actually, I think I heard that from her. Tomorrow we’ll continue attacking our house with cleaning products and brooms, and I will hook some chicken up with sriracha, cilantro, and beer to make a marinade for Sunday.

Sunday.

Baltimore has been holding its collective breath and it’s almost time to let it out. We’re all ready to swivel our heads from west to north and see how the rematch plays out. Namaste, boys.

Anyway. Some links.

That time my best friend was just cast as the lead in our favorite musical.

For the cheap seats.

Welcome to the Gayborhood!

ENFP.

Four nights. That’s all I need.

Shoes that are always on sale.