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Visited NWS today...was a little weird, although less so than before. Quig and I hung at Bauhaus and drank hot chocolate. I think by the time we're old we're going to know way more about each other than is probably a good thing. Heh.

Solomon is political allegory? Hmm. Why would a king resolve a dispute between prostitutes? I don't know.

Also something I noticed last night in a sleep-deprived haze--in Wizard of Oz, the Wicked Witch is of the West. And yeah, I know it's alliteration and "Wicked Witch of the East" just doesn't have the same ring, but I still find it interesting considering that in the prevalent Western culture, the west is always the good direction whereas evil comes from the east (c.f. Lord of the Rings). Just a thought. I thought it was good at the time.

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I was supposed to go to usher at Love's Labours Lost at Seattle Shakes today, but downtown proved too much for me. Who knew the bats were out in force tonight? Is it some kind of celebration? I took the bus down as it was getting dark and as I stepped on the two, this funny looking man with spiky hair waves at me. I know I'm all dressed up to usher so I hope he's not hitting on me like that boy last night did to my roommate. I sort of smile vaguely and start to walk past toward the back, and he says, "dude, Lia, sit down already."
I nearly fell over but luckily it was into the seat, so no harm done. "Hi," I said to Jareth, because of course that's who it was. Stupid of me to forget, really.
"Yo," he says, and pulls out a handful of notecards from a pocket of his jacket. "You're going up to the mountains this weekend, right?" Of course I am, so I nod. "Awesome. Give those to Ryan? He's working on something top secret, you know how it goes."
"And yet he gets you to do reasearch for him," I say, and grin. Jareth grins back, all pointy.
"Someone's got to be smart for the boy," he says. "Hey, I'm off." He pulls the cord. "Come by the offices tomorrow, hey? There's a party going on. Someone's promotion." He waggles his eyebrows.
"Not yours?" I say. "You never said anything!"
"Not mine, Nicka's," he says. "But party all the same, you know?" He stands up as the bus slows down at his stop. "Get those to Ryan, hey?"
"Sure thing," I say and wave as he hops off the bus.
"Crazy kid," says a voice from behind me. It's Mona, I realize as I turn around. She leans on the seat and grins widely--not as pointy as Jer, but just as disconcerting. "Can I hitch a ride up to the place with you?"
"Um...I don't know if I can use the car," I say. "The brakes are wacked."
"Eh." Mona shrugs. "I can fix 'em. I'll come by Friday night, kay?"
"Right, then," I say. "No problem. Whoops--my stop--see you later, Mo."
"Sure, kid. Catch ya."
I swing off the bus, nodding a thanks to the driver, and tucking the notecards for Ryan into my pocket. Lord, I love this city.

Oh. And the play was good too.

Here is the reason for all this. Oh, and apologies to Allie, but when Jer's on the bus, I can't not talk to him. I mean. Come on.