One of those nights

...where I actually had energy after rehearsal and no one to spend it on: the boys were working, the girls were in tech, one roommate was out and the other was cuddling her boyfriend. I've just been bopping around in my downstairs room for the last two hours, watching Carrie Underwood videos and feeling sassy.
I eventually made myself do my rehearsal report, but that just aggravated the situation. Now I want to brush my hair up all big and put on high heels and GO somewhere. This feels like I'm-a-teenager-trapped-at-my-parent's-house-and-I-want-to-go-daaaancing, not I'm-a-grown-woman-who-is-actually-pretty-sleep-deprived-and-should-rest.
These are the times I really miss having a gentleman caller.


Aaaand: I just remembered that there is whiskey in my closet.There is hope for the night yet. Carrie, sing on.