Dinner was a sandwich and something in a banana leaf from Lee's Sandwiches.
Then
I had most everything set up by about 8:00.
I won't even attempt to list all the people that showed up. Let's just say it was quite a crowd, and I had a wonderful time with all of you.
Tips consisted of an inordinately large amount of money, a birthday card (Thank you, Tim, that was painfully appropriate), and five roses.
The plan was to have me spend the night drunk. In the end, I just spent it pleasantly tipsy, which was fine by me. In fact, it worked out better that way because of the S.J. Pride contest fiasco.
Joe, after insisting we move this stage of the contest to Thursday, forgot it was happening. And neither
Kris put together a plan, and we ran with that. Which means I did something I swore I would never do: Judge in a karaoke contest. We opened to floor to signups, and set up myself, Kris,
In fact, we had a bit of a problem with people dropping out, partly because we weren't able to get organized and have everyone signed up until around 11:45.
I had a whole point system worked out for how to calculate the winners. Fortunately, it turned out all the judges unanimously picked the same people: Timmie and Alicia.
By the time all 16 songs had been sung, it was around 1:00. I started the attempt to finish a last (and third) round. I managed to get all the new people in, at least, though I ran a couple of minutes past 2:00 so Kristin could get a song in.
It then took me nearly 50 minutes to close down, while poor Timmie languished. Then we took off to Mini Gourmet, because we were both hungry. This worked out well for me - the food banished the last of my hangover. Timmie conked out, so I ended up driving Fawkes the last bit home.
And collapsed in bed.
Today,