Pulled a little more sleep, cleaned up, and headed to the bar.
Wow. Just... Wow. Or, in other words - that was one hell of a busy night. I think I ended up with about 42 singers, when all was said and done. And this wasn't one of those nights where everyone in the bar was singing.
Some of this was because almost the whole Gay Bar contingent showed up:
Even Tabby came out. Haven't seen her at a show in ages.
What's really amazing is that, apart from green beer, we weren't doing anything for St. Patrick's. Generally, bars that aren't Irish or British pubs do terribly on Paddy's day. Much coolness.
And so I'm back in a (crowded) Carrows, having some food, and trying to recover. That was work. But a whole lot of fun.