• Location: HoD
• Mood: tired

Some Good, Some Bad

Not a huge amount to say - despite all advice, I did give Mena $20 to supposedly get my computer back. I of course have seen nothing.

It was supposed to be back by 5:00pm yesterday, so I mentioned that I still had a lot of her stuff here, and that it didn't need to continue to stay inside the house. I was assured that the computer would be left in the side yard before I got back from the show.

When I got back, the only thing I found out about the side yard was that the side door was unlocked (D'Oh!). I'd completely forgotten to check it when we got robbed. There were a couple of soggy broken monitors sitting right there for no known reason, but no computer.

I'm waiting to see her next response.

As far as the people wanting me to involve the police are concerned: If I'd initially filed a police report, yes, I could do something. Suddenly going on a few weeks later about having been robbed is not going to get too much action.

In completely other news, the show last night was pretty good. In fact, by 10:30pm or so, we actually had enough warm bodies in the place that it wasn't dismally cold any more.

synkitty came out for one of her last gasps. Given the distance her diaphragm can move right now, that's just about what she could do, too. Beckah came for the night.

James brought his coworker Diana in for several hours. She sang a couple of songs, and he gave us several, culminating in his Louise-invoking version of "It's Raining Men."

We had a distinct lack of trivialt all night.

jorgitoelcubano spent most of the night, largely hanging out with timenchanter. For the last hour or so, that connection was largely forced, because Jorge kept insisting that he could drive home, despite being unable to stand up without swaying. I assume he eventually did, but at least the unsteadiness was quite a bit lower the last time I saw him.

Stacey (The non-hektikat one) showed up for a few hours.

The rotation was again fairly short, at least by Thursday standards. I ran for 7 rounds, ending at 1:45am. The very last singer of the night was Trankenstein in a miniskirt, which is an image that will stick with me for a while.

And then home, after the traditional dropping-off of the Synthia. I've been passed out in my chair for a while, and am now about to shift to a horizontal position.

Good night, everyone.