I fear I'm not doing justice to the aforementioned Starbucks patio area. The next adventure is even better, and slightly more heartfelt. The day after, I was sitting at this Starbucks with the actors for their lunch break, enjoying a breakfast sandwich. As the conversation was dwindling, I caught sight of the StuntMan's StuntMan friend-- the one who sat back when I met the two of them and observed his friend blatantly hit on me. Interesting, really. He waved me over to him, and as I approached I heard his new friend ask, "What are you doing?", to which he replied, "Righting a wrong." He asked me for my number, and as the actors' lunch break was now over, invited me to sit with them. His friend left after thirty minutes of discussing his broken heart, and I was left to converse with the wise stunt man. What I did not realize at the start is that this conversation would last four hours, well into the evening, and would completely re-ignite my passionate need for constant creation.
Today, I dressed in my "I'm going to create something" drabby clothes. I created lunch.
But then boss man left, and now I'm naked dancing to MJ, stopping only to write this page. After I finish, I'll put on heels and practice stripping. Not that I strip, but I'm a woman-- I ought to practice.

We have a date tonight.
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