Friday night: I got out of rehearsal early and Denny was at a poker game, so I had a Night of Beauty (not to be confused with Place of Beauty) in which I soaked my feet in scented water and scraped off my callouses and watched What Not to Wear. That haircut really helped that woman’s overall appearance.

Saturday: I did some costume work for Hamlet, which involved searching around in thrift stores for costume items. I found exactly zero of the costume things I was looking for (a posh-looking robe and a pair of white or grey pajamas, both for large-ish men). However, and this is the coup of the year for me, I found a 100% silk Diane von Furstenberg dress for $11.

No, seriously. I did. Diane von Furstenberg dresses of this variety (wear-to-workable) normally go for $300-$400. It’s probably from a couple of seasons ago, because I can’t find any pictures of it on her website, but that’s okay. I need to find a slipdress to wear under it because it’s pretty sheer, but I don’t care because I’m so proud of myself for finding it.

Also, Grindhouse is so good. It was gross and funny and legitimately scary at times. Kurt Russell made me laugh the hardest I’ve laughed in a movie theater since Borat. His part isn’t comical overall, but there’s this one part that about made me barf with laughter. My shoulders were sore all the next day, though, from being so tense during the scary parts.

Sunday: Denny and I smoked a chicken, some bratwursts, and some sausages. We had part of the chicken for dinner, and I’m saving the rest for a jambalaya later this week. The shrimp truck is coming to town tomorrow, which means big, fresh shrimp in my portion. Woot!