Ahahahahaha! Ahahahaha! Aahahaha! BEWARE!!!!! Yrs sincerely, The Opera Ghost.

Today I saw The Phantom of the Opera with Lemon and her mother. (I'm trying out this pseudonym thing, to see how it feels. Is it working?) I used to listen to the original cast recording obsessively at a young age, and seeing the thing in all its ostentatious glory really was a nostalgic experience. I have small complaints, like how the Phantom's cape swirling was just silly, and how if it were a really GOOD production it would have made me cry, and how Christine's only two facial expressions were chin-wobble and ecstatic, but otherwise I was very impressed. The (quite negative) review I read admitted that the reviewer didn't like the musical at all, which I thought sort of negated his whole criticism.

Later we went to the mall, because who doesn't love a good hour of overstimulation at the end of the day? My aim was to buy presents for other people, but instead I bought myself some things to put in my ears. I bought them from Hot Topic. Shh! Don't tell anyone. The cashier there was terrifyingly cheerful. I also almost bought an adorable dress (not at Hot Topic) that only made me look like a sausage a little bit.
While I was sitting in Nordstroms spilling perfume on myself, an older, slightly inebriated man came up to me with a sculpture he'd made of a man fishing in a kayak. He showed it to me, and I said, "That's very nice."
"Just like you," he said. His smile was huge and didn't contain many teeth. "You're beautiful."
I thanked him, and he wandered away to show someone else. As we left, a Nordstroms staffer was ushering the man and his friend out the door. It really was a nice carving.