I got myself together early enough to go and have a leisurely dinner at ThepThai with
From the rotation point of view, I believe this was a busier night than Sunday. The highest point was around 12 singers. Timmie stayed most of the night, though he pulled another "responsible" thing and went home to bed. Some people just have no staying power. Much like
One of the entertainments for the evening, at least for me, was to watch the three of them get blasted. OK, that's not fair - only Cindi truly reached the "blasted" stage, as opposed to "quite drunk". We now have evidence to support her staying cute, even when reaching unheard-of levels of inebriation.
She could barely walk. I still think my favorite image (Which I should have photographed, dammit) was her at Denny's, half standing, arched back against the booth with her arms stretched out, going "I'm thiiiiis drunk!"
The Denny's group this time was, well, the girls, who all needed to sober up, and
Kirsten was pretty much OK to drive after some food - but not the other two. So I took them home. I'm going to have to rush off now to reunite Cindi and Rizzo, as a matter of fact - she just phoned to tell me someone had scammed her ATM card, and she needs to get to her bank.
Fortunately Timmie's phone arrived before that call, so it's in his room, set up, and ready to go. I wanted to at least make sure it was picked up - FedEx likes to leave expensive items sitting on the step, and this time was no exception.
I'm also going to have to deal with