I made it to the bar around midnight on Friday (or Saturday, depending on your preference), and was immediately diverted to a party James had been throwing. It had largely died down when I got there - James, sugarbare, Val, a cute teacher named Diana from James' work, and Dianne's also cute friend Reagan, who was visiting from Texas.
I spent about an hour hanging out. After a bit I actually got a little bit of direct conversation time with Val, which was nice. I haven't seen her in forever.
Then back to the bar. I got the information I needed, and ended up talking with the Nemesis crew a bit about the New Year's Eve party. That one is going to be fun. I actually didn't get out of there until about 3:30am, mostly because of a long chat with Paula, Carrie, and Eddie.
Then back home and some of that "sleep" thing. I got up earlyish Saturday (OK, 11:00) in order to get to my parents' place "early". In some ways I succeeded - I at least got there at 3:00pm, like I'm normally supposed to. And I managed to do one of the chores they needed done.
I extricated myself around 5:30pm or so, and headed to the Hamptons.
Which, of course, was a party as only cekyr0 and jeffercine can organize. Many, many people, including trivialt.
Being my usual self, I spent most of the night hanging out with the pretty girls, namely princesskiti22, wissavix, and Julia, a friend of entropyca from SoCal. I did my best to convince Julia that she needed to move up here, and after spending time with the group, and a liberal application of alcohol, she seemed to be thinking that it might be a good idea.
Apparently most of the parties she goes to down south end up being more about jockeying for social standing.
Not being my usual self, I got fairly well tanked. That was fun - I don't do it too often. Apparently Campari gets past my usual defences. Not to mention the fact that Alex turns a host of fascinating colors while watching me drink it.
bluize and Kristin showed up for an hour or two. I spent some time talking to Kris, who's shortly starting a new job. It's good to know she's landing on her feet.
Around 4:00am or so, I decided that I'd sobered up enough, and took my leave. Knowing those parties, there are still people there now.
Then I slept for a while, before things started to catch up with me. I've been fairly sick since at least 8:00am. I'd go on about being hungover, except I doubt that's it. It seems more to have to do with the quantity and type of food I grazed continously last night. Most specifically (like you want to know), my intestines seems to be in a life-or-death struggle with the pâté.
I don't particularly think any of the food was bad. Just that that much high-fat food eaten over that much time is not healthy.
Such is life. I had a great time - and shortly need to pull myself together so I can hang out a bit at cybrenn's party, then run tonight's show. And that seems pretty likely.
It's a tough life, but someone's gotta live it.