Sunday, from that point on, was pretty much a large and very pleasant mass of sleep. I woke up around 10:00am, fell back asleep, woke up again at 3:30pm...
Timmie, since he's terrible at waiting, gave me my Christmas present shortly after I woke up: A back massaging pillow. Is wunderbar. I'm using it right now.
I got myself put together, and we headed out just before 6:00pm to grab some sushi, then to the bar for the evening.
Which evening was slow. I started at 8:15pm, when I had enough singers, and then ran for 18 rounds until 1:50am. Most of those rounds were 4 people: Myself, Timmie, supersniffles, and snafflekid.
There were, of course, others as well. We had a few hours of blankreloaded, fresh back from his ordeal back east, quite a bit of synkitty, and an extremely pleasant visit from hektikat, as well as, ummm, as well as... OK, I can't remember her name right now. I knew it had been a long time since I last saw her...
Much fun. Kendall suddenly got in a country mood, and picked all sorts of interesting tidbits to sing - including Okie From Muskogee and White Lightning. Cindi was alternating normal and Christmas songs. Timmie and I were just sort of being ourselves.
I discovered that I should be wary of Timmie's hot toddies, mostly because I want to down them in one gulp.
The closing down process went reasonably rapidly, though Lily was kinda slow doing the figures. Which were, not too surprisingly, kinda low. The bar made about half its usual for a Sunday. We'll see how it goes: Monday usually compensates for it.
Anyway, I got Timmie home around 2:30am, freshened up a bit, then bounced back out to Denny's for some foodish substance and laptop communing. And now I'm home, trying to digest said foodish substance, and ready to flop into bed as soon as I think it's safe.