In fact, Timmie and I actually had the time to go visit Betsy and acquire a frame for David's memorial. First time we've been to her place, and hopefully not the last.
Our other two passengers (trivialt and Randy) got to the Duplex on time, and we made our way down in Fawkes.
An... interesting service. dwo's family was all very nice, and the Collective filled about a quarter of the chapel (I think there were more family, but it was a close thing). Several people got up to talk about David, which was very moving (including Stanley, hollyk, and cekyr0). The pastor, well...
I've been to a number of funerals. I fully understand that whole invoking God's plan and his mysterious ways to try to assuage people wanting to know why. It's one of the things religion is there for, after all.
But this turned into a Jesus infomercial. We had better accept him into our hearts right now. The only thing it was missing were "credit cards accepted" and "operators are standing by."
She also can't public speak her way out of a paper bag, but I have to admit I can sympathize with that.
After she finally ground to a halt, I talked with Xena for a while (I believe that's how she spells it) about David. She wanted people to come to her house, and I would have liked to have gone - but we needed to head back.
Other little bits - I was sitting next to Stanley. I spent a fair amount of time trying to get him to crack up, leading princesskiti22 in front of us to turn around at least once and say "Don't make me come back there!"
As if that were something I wouldn't want...
Debbie and spawrhawk were behind me, snarking it up on their own. Just as David would have wanted.
At one point the pastor said something like "But in this world, we got troubles." Mikey and I simultaneously started (quietly) doing "right here in River City"...
It was wonderful to see Debbie, and even get some hugs and snark in. I'm really looking forward to being able to do so without someone having to die for it.
After leaving, the four of us in Fawkes stopped at Sweet Tomatoes for a little decompression and reasonably rapid food, then back to the Duplex for a quick change, a jump in the Short Bus and a drive to the bar. Timmie and I got there around 7:35pm, which was pretty good, considering.
Setup went OK. I was a little distracted, for some reason. I also had (annoying) Bob trying to get a song in long before I even had the equipment plugged in. This eventually led to one of the disturbing revelations of the night: Bob is two years younger than I am. I know I'm kinda young for my age (that whole "immaturity" thing really pays off), but really? The old fart on a stick is younger than me? The mind boggles. Having candiddani go "Wow, the Botox is really working" didn't help much, either. Well, apart from cracking me up.
It turned into a reasonably busy night. Lots of people dropped by after the service, for one thing. We had a pretty good time. Keri was being her awesome self, and much alcohol flowed. Even with most of the crowd evaporating before midnight, the bar did quite well.
I did about 6 and a half rounds before closing a little after 2:00am.
We ended the night with a tipsy jeffercine, a drunk Keri, a very drunk Alex, and a similarly drunk new guy from around the corner - Paul, I believe his name was. Everyone seemed to think he was very pretty, and it looked like he was desperate to get laid. He was parading around for the last half hour or so riding the mic stand. Which was silly, but fine.
When he started whaling at the monitor with the stand it became less fine. Alex got to see one of my more demonic aspects in action. I didn't hurt the boy, but he did leave pretty much immediately.
Then Timmie and I piled the three of them into the Short Bus, and ran off to Denny's. Alex, of course, is much fun when he's drunk. I had a great time. I don't know about the family with little kids next to us, though.
My favorite part was probably having both Alex and Keri lying down, with Alex popping up and going "Where's Keri?", followed a few minutes later by Keri waking up, looking around, and going "Where's Alex?"
Anyway, we got them back to their car with a reasonably alert Jefferson in charge, then came home, where Timmie slept, and I dozed in my chair. 'Round about 7:30am or so, I roused him, and we took Fawkes out to pick up the Empress. That went quite well, including, of course, the two of us getting to bask in the glory that is Debbie.
We cursed at the traffic (OK, they cursed at the traffic. I sat in the back seat and snickered), but in the end we got her to the airport extremely early, which worked out, because she was able to finagle an earlier flight.
There was a scary bit on the way back - nothing like having one's driver suddenly get extreme Eustachian tube pressure while doing 75 in moderate traffic. But we passed through that without serious damage to life or property.
Then home and, largely, sleep, for me at least. I now need to kinda boogie to get ready for tonight.
I moved the slips over to the new storage containers last night. There's still some work that needs to be done, but it involves purchases that I don't have the time for tonight. The top containers tilt when they're fully open (surprise!), the bottom ones are kinda close to the table surface, and I need to fill up the now rather enormous amounts of spare space - the envelopes keep falling over and getting mixed up. Nothing insurmountable. Hopefully I'll be able to fit them into the car to bring them home tonight.