A rollicking good time

So, yeah, despite having neglected to get tickets to the sold-out Mortified show in time, Molly, E, and I were able to get in to see our good friend Wrekehavoc read some HILARIOUS entries from her high school journal. Seriously, they were brilliant in their angst. I think the best line of the night came from Wreke, who said, lamenting about how hard it is to be smart and clever among people who are common and mediocre, "I guess even Hamlet had a fatal flaw."

[UPDATE FROM WREKE: "I hate being a perfectionist! That will probably be my fatal flaw. I mean, Hamlet had a fatal flaw, so why shouldn't I?" Thanks, Wreke! That's going to be my new catchphrase.]

Ah, youth!

It really was a great night, made even more awesome by the fact that we could BYOB. We drank copious amounts of wine, laughed til we cried, and rejoiced in our shared dorkitude. Magical.