Wednesday, May 22, 2002
Went to see this charity play at Concordia last night. B— obviously prefers theatre to film, even though it was terrible. He seemed to really enjoy it for some reason. I mean, it was amateurish because it was amateur, which is fine, and we got to see Global presenter Chrissie Magee in person (woop-di-doo!) doing her sailor shtick, but I hope it was funnier in the 30's when it was written.
On the way back in the metro B—told me he loves being underground. It makes him feel comfortable. Makes sense, I guess, if he doesn't like flying. I'm going to have to take him clothes shopping — he only has what he brought with him in his hockey bag. In fact, now I think about it — where the heck does he get his money from? Did he have a huge stash saved up somehow? I've never seen him use a bank machine. I have to ask him about that.
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