Sheep Go to Heaven - Cake

I was called a "pimp" last night. Lisa called me that because I had three (later four) girls in my car. We went to the Alley Cat, had a round of drinks, and played board games. Sam beat Kristen at checkers, but I beat her at chess. KCSU was playing solid Latin-jazz (the pre-G era stuff), and I tuned the nylon-string guitar that lives on the throw pillows. Nylon-string guitars are fun to play improvisational jazz on. Kristen wanted me to sing while I played, but improv jazz isn't the sort of thing one sings to. At least not if that one is me.

I'm good at ending sentences with prepositions.

I auditioned for the Directing I students yesterday, and landed two roles before leaving Johnson Hall. Nick Ish recruited me to play a sinister but stupid Russian count, and another person wants me to play a college guy talking to his roommates about girls. Methinks the former role will come more naturally. Nick also wants me to play in his one act next semester. Huttah for theatre work!