Musings

[phone call to kyle west]

[After this.]

Ring.

[public forum post]

[After Wren fled breakfast and the Masquerade, Cass is back to his usual cantankerous self.]

I sincerely hope that everyone made it home from the masquerade in one piece. I am told by the Seattle Times that the party was the smash hit of the season, mostly because there was a great deal of sex behind closed curtains. How tragic, what the information age has done to random assignations in semi-public.

Begs the question, doesn't it - what is private, anymore? Is anything? Not as far as I can tell, but some will surely beg to differ. Is it right, the proliferation of exposure about everyone and anyone, even when attending what should ostensibly be a private function where they need not fear bad behavior under the influence of alcohol or drugs in the punch?

Masks aren't for the party they're for the dead.

Best way to start all this, I think, is with a BANG.

I bought my costume - not telling, especially because I still have to make the rounds tonight - Kappa Alpha's having a kegger, and surprise, surprise, I'm invited.

I'll have to remember to bring an extra notebook this time.

Some lady in the park told me that my dogs were too big. The nerve - sorry that your dog's the size of a loaf of bread, but if he's scared of Bud and Lou, that's your problem, not mine. Sure, they get a little friendly, but that's part of their charm, believe me.

So! Besides the kegger, I've got an appointment with Casablanca and some Cherries Garcia. Anybody want to join me?