Actually, I spent more time hanging out with the dogs...
Frida woke up, and proceeded to do her best to sell me on doing consulting work as a PACS Analyst. It's slightly out of my usual, but it's definitely something I can do, and the pay is phenomenal. Also, as a consultant, the whole cubicle thing doesn't happen. Does involve suits, however, and some travel, so I might have to get a frequent replacement at the show...
Ah well. After prying ourselves away from Frida (And I do mean prying - she was feeling lonely), we headed back so Timmy could take his car to Sarah's birthday party, and I could head off to
Alex was upset that I identified the material in his shirt wrong (It's rayon, and I thought it was polyester). He relaxed about my knowledge of fabrics when he realized I'm "faux gay". I'm going to treasure that term...
Ross was heading out to a rave in the City, and a large group of us ended up tagging along. Interesting experience. I've never quite managed to make it to a rave before - I've tried multiple times, but things have always come up at the last minute. Much eye candy of both sexes, so we were all happy.
Those of us from the dork side ended up not staying all that long - an hour and a half, I think. But it was fun, and educational for the 3 of us that hadn't been to a rave before.