"I saw a bright light. I thought we were on." - Keith Richards during WWIII

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So, yesterday happened. I managed to piss off a trio of jackasses who tried to wander in without paying [no, sorry, shithead, that's $350 if you want the brain work, gents. Go ahead and get pissy, you're not getting a fucking binder.

Initial estimates were for 250-350 people. I think we had 42 paid attendees. Or more. Or less. I'm still trying to un-fuck the financials.

But regardless, we ended up forking out about $110 a head to the hotel, and not the $50 originally anticipated (see previous post for that clusterfuck). This has, how you say, not made happy places prevalent.

But, as far as my participation yesterday, it was pretty much riding herd on a bunch of middle-aged or older guys and one surprisingly young and attractive woman. "Okay, folks, break's over, they're looking to get started again, c'mon back in." Beyond that, it was delightfully stress-free - I read a book and sat in a corner, occasionally playing Hearts on the backup laptop once Jeeves & I figured out how to record audio on his (sounds like ass, but the boss got a kick out of it). Still, a ten hour day is a ten hour day, and it felt damn good to come home and flop.

Got a spur-of-the-moment phonecall from a friend who was worried - thanks, H.
Got to do some pseudo-1337 clue-hunting for AS, so that felt productive.
Drank the last of the not-great beer. Mmmm. buzzy. Chatted with various folks I hadn't seen around in a bit, which was nice - I'm looking forward to having a social life again. Got an encouraging email from someone as far as potentially novel employment [aside to masque__: there anything happening in a good way in Seattle's job market? No, seriously.]

When even the spastic acquaintences come out and say, "Dude you looked like you were going to fall over when we went out for sushi the other night," it's clearly time to think about alternatives.

Had some iffy crawfish, and then was up from 3am on with hot flashes, which put the kibosh on extended snuggling with K, but some was still done, and was darn nifty.

Tonight: I am going to be lazy. Maybe I'll float in the pool. Maybe I'll sink. But I'm going to get this damn job out of my head for a while.

I'm sick of being a one-note bitch around here.

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*Nods* Let me know -- regardless, I was looking at sept., not August. Monday night is a brilliant 80's night at the Castle, and I'd come over at that point.

You need to staple people's peepees to their legs using an impact wrench and shattered craftsman spanner wrenches...