However, I did eventually get up early enough yesterday to go to dinner at On The Border with
An item of note is that during the whole dinner, we didn't discuss his boyfriend. At all. It was quite an interesting exercise for both of us.
The night was... a Monday. Really not a lot of excitement. We had a new guy, Daniel, who has an excellent voice, a cool attitude, and will hopefully be coming back. Lizz bitched and moaned about her songs, but less than usual. I think she may be slowly adapting to this "suicide" idea.
Or maybe she was just distracted planning for Wednesday. Her new venue is going to be called "The Infirmary," and she's scrambling to get DJs and bands. I may be helping with a few graphics.
I learned that under no circumstances should I ever try Clay Aiken's Solitaire.
And that's about it. I ran for 12 rounds, and closed at just about 2:00am. The bar did adequately for a Monday.
I did the Denny's thing, then home to - as mentioned - sleep. I would perhaps have fully gotten up earlier today, but since LJ was knocked out by the power outage in SF, I decided to just sleep through the withdrawal pangs. I kept getting caught in a circle where I wanted to blog about the lack of LJ...
But now I'm up, just finished with my first, and given its size, likely only meal of the day, and ready to, uh, well, likely go back home and hibernate, honestly. Maybe work on those promised graphics, maybe do something about testing the recording capabilities of my system - I'm going to be recording