Last night, we all went to Sophie's latest play. God she's so terrible. I didn't want to go, but Hardison told me it was important that we go so she would know we supported her and I guess that is a good reason so I went because I like Sophie even though I'm not sure why that means I have to suffer through her plays. Then I was supposed to say something nice to her about her role in the play, but I didn't know what to say and Eliot and Hardison were looking at me like I shouldn't have said what I did, but she didn't seem very upset by it. Maybe I can make it up to her later somehow. I just do not understand how she can act so well until she gets up on stage and how she doesn't know that she is really terrible.
We have to help Nate even though this seems kind of crazy even for us. On the bright side, I got to swap the guy's medication and he was pretty funny trapped in that elevator. And I got to mess with the priest a little too. Both of those things were fun. It's fun to do non-thief things sometimes. I mean not like jumping off a building fun, but better than a lot of things Nate makes me do like survellience.
Sophie and I end up with a little free time so I let her "drag" me shopping with her. I wanted to make up for possibly hurting her feelings earlier and really even though I don't really love shopping, I do like following Sophie around and watching her in action. She buys me this grey shirt that has a million buttons on the front for no apparent reason. I make sure to wear it the next day so she can see I'm using it. She's always trying to get me to wear dressier clothes, but they are uncomfortable and usually too bright. What if I end up having to work...most of the clothes she picks out are completely unsuitable for my line of work, but she doesn't seem to care about that at all.
Nate said I had to wear all white in case someone turned around so I would look more like an angel. Which if you thought about it was hilarious because what thief wears white and who in the world would ever mistake me for an angel. Then, while I was waiting for the priest to finish so I could drop down Hardison started checking my straps and as I climbed the ladder both boys unnecessarily clipped things to my belt. As if I have never done these things on my own before, but I don't make a big deal about it. I know they are just trying to be helpful and show some support. And funny enough Nate turns about to be right, a little girl does turn as I'm lifting the statue and she does believe I'm an angel
