Day 42

My friend Angela has forever tainted the number 42 for me, with one simple, lewd joke.

(The delivery also depends on whether you're a male or female...so keep that in mind.)

You start out by asking, "Hey, what's your favorite number?"
Your target tells you a number (hopefully...) and you respond with, "Nice.  Mine's 42.  Me on 4...you on 2.  Heh heh heh" <---perv laugh.

(Obviously, if you're a dude, you'd swap the me and the you in the punch line...or maybe not...different strokes and whatnot.)

But anyways, on this lovely 42nd day of my 29th year, I worked, got good feedback on what I've been working on all week, and then interned at iO.  After my shift, I got to play in the Jam for a little bit.  Did a scene with my friend Cesar.  Definitely good times.  Had one of those moments where my brain shut off and my instinct just kicked in on stage.  Stuck around afterward for a drink and some conversation.  Then very tiredly headed home.  I love Fridays.

They've changed somewhat over the past few months...but in a good way.

Also, today was my parents' 33rd wedding anniversary.  I really admire them...I mean for everything...but that milestone just adds even more to the respect and love I have for my folks.  They're really phenomenal people.  They truly are.