Tonight we're going to that mystery play in an unknown location. Entry is "by gift" so we're taking a bottle of wine. I still maintain this is just a ploy to lure us into the suburbs and mug us, leaving our bodies in an open grave. Hey, it's art.

In other news, as of today, we (read: the Male) officially own the flat. If we're never heard from again after tonight, feel free to move in, boys.