Of course, it started with me arriving the latest I believe I've done - a little after 8:00. For most Mondays, this wouldn't be too serious, but this time there were actually people in the bar -
I managed to get started by 8:30, so the damage wasn't too serious.
And it turned into a pretty good show. There were more people in the bar than Sunday - and certainly more people in the rotation. Not that it got insane or anything, but the average round length was about 14 people.
Heck, even
Hard to describe, really - it was just a really good, and fairly mellow, party. Even if I did have Alex yell "Hell, no!" about a couple of songs I gave him. And I believe it was Stanley who called me a motherfucker for my choice of song...
I don't remember the song, but his revenge was making me sing "No Scrubs."
I was in pretty good song choice form.
At one point,
I normally would have closed after 6 rounds, but a lot of people had left, and Kristin had just arrived, so I ran a 7th just to give her 2 songs. She didn't realize I'd just spontaneously put her in the rotation, and kept blaming
Sigh. I was trying to convince her of that, so she gave me a tip for the flattery. I suppose I shouldn't be too unhappy about it.
Last night was the return of
Then I went and surfed at the Cardinal Lounge. I think I now know where to sit for a fairly solid wireless connection. I also kept myself to a sandwich, and managed to avoid the siren call of dessert, and so slept pretty well.
And woke up way too early this morning. I've got to manage something more or less productive, and also get to Alameda. But by the time I start, I'll be about ready for my afternoon nap.
Life is so hard.