Date night!

I met Mrs. Cwabs after work yesterday for dinner at Daily Grill, which was excellent (I had meat loaf and Mrs. Cwabs had the pork chop, and ultimately it was more than we could eat).

Afterwards we caught Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? at Circuit, which was similarly good. I'd not seen it before, and really only skimmed the text, so I was surprised at how vicious everyone but Honey was; checking it out on Wikipedia later, I discovered that they'd used a newer edition of the text that kinda glosses over Honey's abortion(s). I'd wager that Albee got tired of answering questions about it distracting from everything else fucked up about these folks, and cut it back/out so that it didn't become a play about abortion. In any case, it was by turns hilarious and gut-wrenching. I could imagine that at least one of the cast members could draw from real-life experience, from what both parties refer to as a completely shitty marriage.

Then we came home and crawled into bed.

CROCS UPDATE: According to an email I got late last night, they'll warranty my crocs. That'll save me thirty bucks in replacement costs, hopefully.