Saturday, January 21, 2012
Today I took Evan and some friends shopping for makeup, costumes, and props for their next movie. At Walgreens, they got eyeliner and eye shadow and a mascara brush and a lip pencil; Evan asked me not to stand near them when they went to pay for it, "because I want to get weird looks from the clerks." Later, at the thrift store, where old disco hits were playing over the speakers, he said, "Wow. They even have thrifty music."