So I was going to stay home tonight. I had a freelance project to wrap up, but due to a license issue I couldn’t. Then I thought about doing my taxes, but I got a feeling there’s a fairly sizable write-off I’ve forgotten, so I decided to wait for the weekend.
So I had nothing to do. “I could go to bed early and get a good night’s rest,” I thought as the clock struck 9. “Or, I could go to the Saucer.”
Five beers later, I walked out of the Saucer right as Paula Raiford walked out of the Silly Goose. “You know we’re going down to 10 [for cover] this weekend, right?” she told me. “And valet parking at the garage across the street.” There you have it, straight from the source.
Time to go get 6 hours sleep before I have to get up for work. Rooftop party orientation post still to come in the morning.