So at least I did manage to contribute a bit before running off to the bar.
Where it was quite a nice night. I even had 7 singers lined up before starting - on time, for once.
We even had a small group of new people, several of whom sang a couple of songs.
In the end, we had about 21 individual singers, and ran for 10 rounds before closing at about 2:05am. As is usual, the rotations only piled up because of people being sane and leaving at a decent hour.
Definitely a fun night. The bar even did reasonably well.
So I got Cindi back to her car, headed home, and got to bed by about 5:00am.
Now, one little detail: My clutch has been acting up for some time. Last night, it not-quite-failed. It simply doesn't disengage enough to make shifting easy, or in some cases, even possible. I'm going to take it in in the morning, but today I just didn't have the time.
Because today I woke up a little before noon, got up as quickly as I could, and went to the City.
Running a little blind, what with the lack of phone and all.
Which was why I was there - a Craigslist ad for the same crimson Treo as mine.
So, after the usual gyrations, wrong turns, and missed addresses, I got myself a replacement phone. That was something like 2:30pm.
Since I hadn't eaten yet, I headed out to Fisherman's Wharf and Nick's Lighthouse for some food, and a quiet place to transfer info. By 3:30pm, everything was transferred and I had a functional phone.
I then had 2 and a half hours of free parking left, so I wandered around the area, eventually remembering the Maritime Park and the Balclutha. That ship was one of my major things to visit in the City when I was a kid, and it had been over 30 years since I'd last seen it.
That was really cool - nothing like I remembered it, but that's honestly just fine. A nice combination of coming home and new discovery.
They kicked me out of there at 5:00pm, and I wandered for a bit more before braving traffic around 5:45pm.
I found the seagulls had helped me, by providing my car with quite a number of souvenirs of the visit.
Then the joys of an hour of semi-heavy traffic with a non-functioning clutch, a quick nap in front of the bar, and here I am, all set up in a near empty bar.
The customers so far are (annoying) Bob and
Timmie's supposed to get here at 9:00pm. I'll likely start then...