I'm getting drunk

Wouldn't you know, my back is hurting me? Luckily, the nice person we are subletting from left me some back medicine:


This sublet is PERFECT. It's is two doors down from the theater, and right next door to the Cafe Reggio, where we picked up the key today. And had a nice little breakfast.


I painted a set wall, we went on an errand. We are helping out. But my back hurts, so what the hell- when in Rome, eh? So I'm drinking before I go watch the tech/dress. Why not? It's what New Yorkers do. They drink. And tomorrow is St. Paddy's day. I'm getting a head shtart... woopee!