But I did make it to the Hamptons pretty much on time last night. I'd been hoping to drag tankgirl along with me, but that was not to be - in fact, she still hasn't responded to my messages.
A reasonably pleasant evening, whose tone was completely set for me when I made that first G&T, and inadvertently filled the glass more than halfway with gin. I believe the phrase I used at the time was "It's like trying to take a drink by diving head-first into a juniper bush"...
Strangely, a lot of the evening after that is slightly fuzzy. But there were good people, fun times, and an enjoyable high-tech company bitch session with snafflekid.
At least, I enjoyed it.
Most of the boys were busy molesting Devon.
Then I came home around 2:00am, and went to bed. Given the amount I'd grazed continuously all evening, it's amazing that I was able to.
Now it's a matter of getting myself to go back to bed for a bit, and then I've got a whole afternoon to waste.
And tonight, hollyk's divorce celebration!