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[oakenguy]

Last night's dream: Stephen Fry invited a bunch of folks from work, myself included, to his house for a playreading. The play turned out to be a nearly unknown piece by Oscar Wilde which, as far as I could tell, took place at a dinner party where the host was obsessed with pigs and would go on and on and on about them.

Also, I'm still not clear on whether it was meant to be a costume party and I was the only one who hadn't gotten the memo, or whether all my co-workers just dressed like that naturally.