And the big happy keeps coming in...

Work was work, but done is better.

I got the wonderous call from Mom learning that they'd hit for Moola Moola last night at the Casino, just enough to add with some other dough they had coming to buy a new washing machine. Monday. Thank GOD.

In the meantime, the in-between time, I bought some drawers. Cotton and Spandex. All comfy and supportive. Mmmmm...feel the love.

Anyrate, soon to be clean clothes, comfy underpants (UNDERPANTS GNOMES MUST DIE), and a good time out tonight. razor_violins is going to be heading down this way, and we shall hit the wonders of Long Beach and the "indy" club scene down there.

And if I get too drunk, I'll take some of the bread that they leave out in front of the Hari Krishna Center down the street from the bar where we're going. And maybe I'll just run down the street and toilet paper Dave's apartment Building. That could be fun too.

Aaaaah...Ethiopia, Eritrea....mmmm...just like home...

And now, I know far too much about Coptic Abyssinia. Woo Hoo! And I have pictures for costumage, and random history as seen through the eyes of a Civil War Veteran, info on the kidnapping of a British Captain in order to get the attention of the Royal Crown, the Italians getting the crap kicked out of them by "lessers," in the 30's. Heeeee. SO MUCH INFORMATION.

I must read, read like the wind!

You really gotta love the SCA. They have so much pretty information.