Either way, he's leaving very soon, and I hope he finds what he's looking for. And if he does, I hope he lets me in on the secret, 'cause, dayam. I'm running out of ideas.
The Cold War
Unfortunately, I've been fighting this cold since Friday, and I do mean fighting. It's me v. a stupid cold virus. Determined not to miss the party, I took so many vitamins, echinacea pills, and zinc tablets that I actually upset my stomach a littlecollateral damage. Hey, "you can't cook an omelette without breaking a few eggs. Every cook knows that."
I managed to get there with some of my faculties in attendance. But it was pretty clear all my synapses weren't firing. I was definitely not myself. I think I forgot even my own name at one point. Fortunately as the night went on, the cold meds wore off, and the brain started working again. I did get to see Chris fivebyfive again, [and Cliff socakid825), and I finally met somthingscatchy. I saw him around the party a few times, thought it was him, but too dazed to know for sure. Considering my state of mind, I doubt I made a good first impression.
It was splediferous (now there's a word that doesn't get enough play) running into Chris punkdhiver and hanging out a bit. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to say "bye" to many people. I normally like to chill for a while after the party's winding down, but we knew the valet line was going to be a mess. Since my mucus was beginning to regroup and make another assault, Mike and I decided to bail.
Sunday, Ryan and I headed down to the LBC for pride. :yawns: That's all I have to say about that. We
That pretty much sums up my weekend. Now, it's off to get rid of a little more mucus.