Last Thursday night, preparing for my performance at Waterfire’s Fire Ball event, the entirety of my dark-colored clothing collection spewed from my closet like a rumpled maze of fabric on my apartment floor. In this moment, attempting to define a dress code* of “Barnaby Black” (black tie? Barnaby turtleneck and jeans?) I did not like living alone.
This morning, as I readied myself for day two of Season 38 with FBP, I sat on the curved edge of the bathtub- bathroom door wide open- cutting my toenails half naked and singing along to a song whose title I’m too embarrassed to share. Then I remembered how much I love living alone.
Happy Wednesday friends.
*Special thanks for A & D for picking me up early, telling me which dress to wear and convincing me that heels were necessary. That was impressive. You guys rock.