I made it to the Hamptons last night only about half an hour late - an improvement over last week, at least.
Not an incredibly crowded party, but no less awesome than usual. It was at least partially 
koc_hex's birthday party, and I had the (recently) unique vantage of seeing him drunk. Of course, I also found that he apparently is afflicted with machismo. I hadn't been aware of that.
But I continue to have hope that someday, somehow, we'll find a cure.
I got to see the elusive hollyk, sugarbare, and Isaac. We all munched on candiddani's weenies, as well as k_magic's wonderful bowtie pasta.
I finished up the last of the cherry vodka, so I bummed a ride to the store with vanillaspice to get more. They didn't have 3 Olives cherry, so I grabbed mango, instead. Still quite yummy.
A guy I've known for years, whose name keeps escaping me (Johnny? Nathaniel) brought in his roommate, Jamie. Quite the little cutie, and fun, too.
Knowing me, I got her name wrong, too. I should require that everyone fill out a song slip before talking to me...
What else? Quite a few more people, much good conversation, and good times.
I felt sober enough to drive around 1:30am, and so went home. And surprisingly, fell asleep fairly quickly.
Of course, I woke up around 8:30am, and just could not either wake up or get back to sleep. I was starting to feel sleepy around noon, but I had a 2:00pm opthamologist's appointment, so I gave up, showered, dressed, and went to Kaiser to have my eyes prodded.
The upshot? My peripheral vision is good, pressure is good (blood pressure's a little high, though), I have thick corneas (which is apparently good), and I should come back in 6 months, because he still thinks there may be something going on.
In fact, the only thing wrong he found is that my eyes are sorta dry, which is likely the problem I've been having with my left eye. He gave me some artificial tears, and sent me on my way.
And that's about it so far. I almost got a Friday fill-in gig at the same place as Saturday, but I was talking to the doctor when DJ Purple called, and he'd given the gig to someone else in the 15 minutes it took me to get back to him.
And now I'm up, and fed, and it's a beautiful day.
And I mostly want to go home and get some sleep. But Fry's is calling my name...
tired