I took Pepper Mill to the theater this weekend to celebrate her birthday.
(1. Yayyy! We got a night out without the beloved but usually omnipresent MilliCal!
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You can go about your business. You don’t need to see her identification and know how old. Move along.
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We got to got to Live Theater! nother Yayy! Been too long.)
We went to see [BN]Menopause…The Musical** Her choice, so no remarks about how unfeeling I am.
I think I was one of only about five guys there, surrounded by a sea of mostly middle-aged women. They were laughing at jokes that we were clearly clueless about. One guy got singled out for a Marilyn-Monroe-inspired interpretation of “I’m Havin’ a Hot Flash” (to the tune of “We’re Havin’ a Heat Wave”). Weird evening.