A couple of short rotations, and then people started coming in.
Many people, a new singer (Lori) who will hopefully be back, a full evening of spawrhawk, much mit de singing, some mit de dancing, and a whole lotta good times.
Makes me like my job, it does.
I ran until about 2:10am, so we could finish off the 8th rotation.
The bar did quite reasonably, as did Keri's boobs.
Afterward, timenchanter and I did the whole IHOP thing, then home, some unwinding, and some sleep.
Then came today. I didn't manage to get out of bed until noonish, and dragged myself and the car to the mechanic by 1:30pm. My little gay Escort passed with flying colors - though the NO readings, while well below maximum, read quite a bit higher than "average". I suspect the age of the catalytic converter may have something to do with that.
Whatever. It's legal, and the damn "check engine" light no longer comes on.
The embarrassing (and potentially dangerous) thing is that, for some reason, I didn't realize my car was front wheel drive. I have no idea why, but I seriously had thought, for the 3 or so years I've had it, that it was rear wheel drive. Good thing I haven't had to come out of a serious skid...
Then back to the Duplex, and a settling in with the laptop and a list of bills - including the registration, of course.
They've all been paid, now. Yay.
And some stuff for Paula that I'm not supposed to talk about. So you haven't heard it from me.
And now, I believe I'll go back to bed. I've got an insanely full weekend ahead, and today's going to be my last chance for major sleep before Tuesday morning.
About the only thing that'll get me out of the apartment tonight will be offers (from the appropriate people) of wild monkey sex. Anyone? Bueller?