Hour of Pi

I don't know what time it will be when I finish this post, but my clock currently says 3.14, so I will call it the hour of pi.
I waited outside Maggie Mo for 40 minutes for the escort to pick me up. I think I just missed the one I was aiming for, so I danced around outside (I learned the choreography for some song in Hairspray and also some stuff for Lunar Gala today) until 3:05 when I finally got picked up. I was in a pretty bad mood until I got back to the building. I saw the doorman sitting in one of those uncomfortable looking cushion chairs you see in the homes of American grandmothers, and he was dozing slumped in the chair. It looked really funny and he kind of reminded me of what a grandpa would look like, so that cheered me up. Now I have to write 6 more pages of my paper...