Quasi-birthday party

The last half of work yesterday was pretty uneventful. I basically sat around and read Napalm and Silly Putty for most of the time. I had a whopping total of one person to pick up, and that was about a 10-mile round trip. I left a little early, because I figured losing half an hour's pay was better than just falling asleep there in the little spare office cubicle.

I stopped at the liquor store on the way home and picked up a fifth of rum and a bottle of Pepsi. I got home and got changed and the girlfriend and I headed off to go to a party. Wasn't a birthday party or anything, but it was still kind of fun. We actually stopped and grabbed a bite to eat at Chik-Fil-A before we got there, because I was pretty starved and she was a bit hungry, too. I'm glad we did stop. She had told me that there would probably be finger foods and such at the party, but it turns out that Will, one of the hosts, has gone fully vegan, and his cooking is not exactly to either of our likings any longer.

We were introduced to a variety of people at the party. Seems that Will meets a lot of folks, and he introduced quite a little cross section of society. Quite a few of them were native Spanish speakers, and we didn't really talk with the a lot, but everyone was nice and friendly. The girlfriend and I hadn't really been getting a lot of sleep lately, though, and we wound up bailing out at around 10:30. We got home around 11:30 and went to bed shortly afterward.

It kind of sucks getting old...