I dreamed last night that the box office was just like an ER, with people everywhere...and then suddenly I was fulfilling a bet with full marching band background. That part was better.

If you see an otherwise sane looking girl standing at a metro station this afternoon in a polka dot dress, it's because my tentative ride to the gala has been pulled into one last errand.

If you give me a ride instead of pointing and laughing, I'll try and sneak you in (or at least invite you to the pizza party at Saint St. that I'll now miss by having to come early).