So that's going to be my afternoon. Joy.
On happier subjects... I did go to Hunter's Saturday night. Of course, since I got there around 9:30pm, I had the wonderful downtown parking experience. To the extent that I ended up not parking in downtown - I found a spot on south 1st just below the 280, and walked up to the bar from there.
The place was OK. It's a very pretty setup - I gather even prettier than I saw (I never made it to the back patio), but the music was so loud that it distorted, and talking was essentially impossible. They were sure moving a lot of booze, though. There were 4 or 5 bartenders running continuously.
The highlight of the night was seeing Debbie. It would have been a shock, but what with the brunch invitation for Sunday and a couple of other leaks, I knew I'd run into her somewhere. I got a few nice hugs in, though of course it was impossible to actually say anything.
But I've had some Debbie contact. This is good.
Not that there weren't a slew of other wonderful people there. I'm going to miss some. There was
At some point (I was a little fuzzy on time right then), it was decided to have some food at Mini Gourmet, so most of us found our way there. Nhat was nice enough to drive me, which was a really good idea at that point. Not in condition to drive. We took up two tables.
Then Nhat took me back to my car, and I made it home.
Sunday morning involved making it to Pride in time to see Alex sing the national anthem (which he rocked) then grabbing a ride with Noah to the Pruneyard Hobee's for brunch with Debbie and 13 other friends. I'm not going through the list again. It was similar. Though I sat next to
Then back to Pride for a few hours. Had to leave around 2:30pm to go back to the HoD and sell the refrigerator - and find out they have been working this weekend. The other bookcase is now kindling. I also ran into the agent who represents the bank - the first time I've actually seen him. Reasonably nice guy.
As I've said before, at this point I'm going to assume that what remains has been trashed. Sad, but true. If I get some sudden offers for the remaining stuff, I may go and check - but I seriously doubt anything will be there.
Then back to Pride. I felt a little bit like a yo-yo. Got to see Smash-Up Derby do an excellent set, though, as is my usual complaint, Trixxie was wearing far too much clothing.
Towards 6:30pm, I headed to the bar, dropping Mark off at the base on the way. I set up kinda slowly, in part because of a long, unexpected phone call with Mena. She's apparently doing reasonably well, and is probably going to get custody of Mellie back in September.
People started to trickle in from Pride at just about 8:00pm. And started trickling back out around 9:00pm. Some actually lasted until midnight. Just too tired. I only lasted through the night on the strength of two pints of Rockstar.
In the end, the bar did a little worse than usual, but far from terrible - we had other people, like
And
I believe I ran for 7 rounds plus maybe 4 more people before shutting down at 2:02am. The rotation averaged around 8 for most of the night. A good time, just seen through a fog of exhaustion.
I sang a number of my old standards, and got a long thing from Lizz about how I should do stuff like that, instead of my usual. Um, what? Whatever - I was actually singing pretty well for a change. I got a totally unexpected amount of applause for "Swinging on a Star," which I only did because I thought John would like something from around the period he sings from.
After closing, we had a bit of a cop traffic stop scare - I'd go into details, but I don't want to name names. Someone was stopped down the street, we think we know who it was, and hope it went OK. DUIs aren't pretty.
I debated dropping by Denny's on the way home, but decided I was too sticky, smelly, and sleepy to handle it. So I went home, and passed out in mid-surf with the laptop on my lap.
And that's about it. Right now, I need to get clean, and go do my frikkin' laundry.