Thanks, guys.

Oog. Feel like zombies ate my brain. Party last night went well, I think. People started really showing up after nine (silly people), and the ones who weren't crashing here left around 3:30. I think there were about thirty people. People played Spades. People drank a lot, cheap beer and champagne alike. People smoked and talked and told tall tales while sitting out in our backyard. There's apparently a new dent in our kitchen ceiling. I was looking for Fame and Fortune all night, but I don't think I found them. People showed up en masse and then invited other people I didn't know over, which is, I think, one of the indicators of a good party. We didn't run out of anything except orange juice, and my house is not even remotely trashed. In fact, it looks better than it did yesterday morning before we commenced cleaning. Even if all the counter space in the kitchen is taken up with empty bottles. Yeah.


Thank you all for coming over!

Strange Brew by John Deering