Weather postponed the show we were supposed to see over the weekend, so attending the rescheduled performance last night left no time to post. Noel Coward frou-frou, but fun stuff. At one point in my adolescence, my highest aspiration was to live something of that lifestyle--minus the martinis and the cigarettes, of course. Not likely for a gal (mostly) brought up in a two-bedroom apartment (and a neighborhood whose character steadily degraded) until she left for the wider world on no more than a liberal arts degree and a part-time job. Living proof that the Gods do sometimes look after fools, in other words.
Speaking of moving out, I realized that this Thursday is my 18th month anniversary in my latest job, which is a good excuse to polish up the resume and scope out the market, if only to get a baseline. Not that I'm looking to leave anytime soon, mind you. But with the Dow dropping over 400 points today, I'd just as soon land on my feet this recession.
Immorality And More
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