Wierd: Watching a play with a female-female homo-erotic scene with your father.*

Good: Not being out to him.

So I was glad he didn't know, because I have a feeling that would have been too wierd. I refuse to change my "ask, tell" policy though. We'll see what happens when it's put to the test. "The Allergist's Wife" was okay. Kind of Seinfeldian, which I don't really like. And at the end the main character seems to stand up for the "rights of the upper-middle-class whiny family", which was kind of wierd. Anyway, we went to my great Uncle Irving's 80th birthday party about 2 hours late after the play. We got there just in time to eat and got seated at the kiddy table. Our contributions to the evening:

- I made a cyramic plate fall on the floor and shatter.

- Dad stole a bowl of half-eaten ice cream from a boy (who was 10 at MOST) who had left his place at the table, insisting "he was obviously already finished if he left". Then, when the boy came back, he tried to give the plate to ME, and, when I tried to give it back to him, insisted VERY seriously and VERY bright red that we keep it in the middle of the table between us then proceeded to put a napkin on top of the bowl, which of course made it very inconspicuous.

Back at home, we played Scrabble and called it quits because the board was so closed. I can't tell if he lets me off with words that he doesn't necessarily think are words because I'm his daughter or not. But I can't stop myself from letting him do it. I'd rather win. I was winning up until we gave up.

Not much else. Taking the train back tomorrow. Am REALLY excited to hang out on campus. Tomorrow I will spend some time with Dad at work, which is pretty tiring cuz he's always going places. But I've enjoyed being here for the most part. It's been pretty nice, minimally stressful. Dad and I can almost "hang out". Still a while to go, though. But it's getting there.



* The play had a female-female homoerotic scene and I watched the play with my father. The play did not have a female-female homo-erotic scene that involved my father. Although it did involve a male character. A fictional character.