2004-07-02 / 12:43 p.m.

(i looked all over and something was still missing)

I'm trying to save us seats at the recital but you and the rest of the gang are outside and refuse to join me. We argue on the cell phone until I convince you to come inside.

When you get there, I realize I'm barefoot and I can't find my shoes. I start searching, frantic as I turn up one black sandal after another - but never two of the same pair, and never mind.

Finally, I stand near the front of the stage and scream at the audience.

I WANT MY SHOES! GIVE ME MY SHOES!

Great applause and cheers follow - but, alas, no shoes.

last night ... tonight