The Freak Ice Storm (complete with rain and thunder & lightning) began as soon as I got onto I-83 heading north into the county.
I’d just dropped a very very very drunk BJB off at her place (”Those are the crack dealers … don’t stop … well, unless you want crack …”) and was tired after a very good and enjoyable happy hour.
I was also happy to be in a car — and not walking home like Fool & Eric or Wombat & Sally.
Broadsheet was there, and when I quizzed her about JHACO (or whatever it is) she mimed throttling people.
Zenchick and Jennetic teased me about an unfortunate choice of words regarding the progress of Hogwarts since the last time they’d seen it. “Oh, don’t stop now,” Jenn teased. Geez.
Jessica came but was too good for any of us and left. She brought stalker Russell, but where oh where was Young? Or Jaime?
Cara told me all about the differences between the rollergirl thing that she does and the one on television. Apparently, no, you can’t use a tire-iron to smash in an opponent’s face. Well, what’s the fun then?
Tracy showed me a list of the top nine-hundred and seventy-four thousand reasons he hates one of his coworkers, then demonstrated some of the reasons. Yep, if that coworker co-worked with me, I think he’d be in the dumpster the end of the first night.
Double-Dogged’s Frank showed up fairly early on — did I mention I was the first person to the bar? Well, I was — and brought his daughter along. His daughter was also fairly tipsy by the time they left, not all that un-understable when you consider that BJB insisted on showing us all a “snotty e-mail” she’d recieved from a co-worker (that and his daughter was in a bar surrounded by - let’s face it - geeks). “Two exclamation points!!!! I got a [ridiculously high score] on my SATs! I got into Brown! I’m not a blonde! Why do they hate me so much?” Seriously, if I hadn’t been driving, I’d've been drinking too. (Love ya’, BJB).
ACW showed up, as did Timonium 21093’s Bryan and Cosmic Shambles’ Mike.
I think I covered all the bases.
Oh, yeah. I had a big cheeseburger and a lot of fries. Slippin’ off the diet never tasted so good.
(PS - Frank’s daughter is sizzlin’).