Wow, tonight is surreal.
After our final dress rehearsal for the show, a bunch of us went to go eat ice cream at our local on-campus, non-cafeteria eatery.
Well, my phone rang while we were there, so I answered it. It was my friend Sara, who is roommates with my castmate Katlyn. The conversation was weird enough.
"Hey, Graham, are you out of rehearsal yet?"
"Yeah, we're just eating ice cream."
"Is Katlyn with you?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well, you remember that crazy guy they e-mailed us about yesterday? The one following girls around?"
"Yes..."
"They just found him in a bush, and they can't catch him."
"Oh. Really? Oh. Okay." At this point I have this mental picture of this gangly old guy running very cartoonishly away from clumsy, stooge-esque cops.
"Can you walk back with her?"
"Sure."
So, I come back to my dorm and discover that a friend of mine from home has written on her Livejournal -- about identifying her cat's body at the pound. I have so many good memories growing up around this cat. So many inside jokes. I mean, my friend and I...all we have to say is "You don't like bubbles" and we bust up laughing. Or even funnier..."Bye kitty!" The jokes make no sense to anyone but us, and they lose a *lot* in the retelling so I won't even try. Just, take my word for it. They're funny.
Bye kitty takes on a whole new meeting all of a sudden though.
I was going to post that classic picture of the bunny with the pancakes on its head (I'm sure you've seen it) but my Google search turned up lots of images of said bunny from new angles -- and this! Since we know I can never resist a kitty....here's a kitty with a piece of toast on its head!
