We saw Brian C off to his new job in fine style – and I used the opportunity to record Buy me a Beer in front of a live audience. Yes, I got permission from Party Boy and the management of the Golf Course first, so I may be a self-involved putz, but I’m not entirely without a clue. Also, I distributed neck rubs all round, except for the people who said NO, and it’s amazing how many of them I just said, “I know YOU’RE passing” to, and they just looked at me… then the next person would openly mock them and thank their good fortune. This happened more than once, so the cumulative effect was quite funny. One of the people I worked on had been shit on by a crow, but I worked on her ANYWAY because the crow was considerate enough to let fly along her spine well below her shoulders. Also recorded Housewife’s Lament. There were forty people there at the height of the festivities, largest turnout I’ve seen in 11 years of employment…. Maybe 45. There was a LOT of people there. I was going to do a guest list. LTGW gave me, Jeff, Keith and Patricia rides home, or roughly home- the 25 bus was waiting for us at Brentwood, as if it was meant to be.
Another NCIS blowout day. I made waffles for breakfast, unbelievably good meatloaf for dinner, wiped off the back deck table, wiped off the kitchen counters, folded some laundry (which Jeff did, and thanks cats! for urinating on Keith’s bedclothes!) and otherwise did squat. I’m having a lazy day.
Tomorrow Scary Clown and Keith and Jeff and I are going to eat brunch down on Main St. Then in the afternoon I hope to see daughter Katie, who really is a very nice woman to talk to on the phone. And I talked to Peggy, and I talked to my mother, and Mike called to tell me that Bounce’s clone, in the form of a 5 month old male kitten, has cruised into his life. He’s been adopted. That makes him happy. Happier making still is that it’s Jerome’s stag tonight. Mike vaguely quoted the email saying something about how Jerome didn’t want anything too stupid or strange, but uh, anytime I’VE ever gone drinking with those guys, magically delicious, improbably fun things happen, so seeing as how they will be drinking AND the Dalai Jarmo will be there, I suspect a good time will be had by all.
Jeff bought an elcheapo camera to record the antics of the cats in the living room, as time without number one of the cats has done something unutterably cute and we’re blocks from a camera. It lives in the living room now.
I watched my newly posted video a couple of times, and about halfway through the video (deleted as being pretentious bushwah, with a side of smug).
The air conditioner is running. A Kenyan took gold in the marathon. The world is okay.
