Going to a party tonight. Me, mister shut-me-in-and-pretend-I'm-not-here, is going to a party tonight. I've showered and shaved and put on my best crappy clothes. I don't own any clothes other than crappy clothes. It's not a fashion parade, fuckers.
It's a birthday party of one of the women in the theatre group. I won't be there too long. Dad will be with us, because he knows her, and he gets panicky at crowds. I won't be drinking much but it should be interesting anyway.