Friday night scenario...

...is basically the same one that I always seem to have: Come home, stuff food in mouth, and head out to drink, and be bitter, adn far safer driving.

But tonight, it was about geting in, doing my work (the iddy bit that I got to do), and get out. Food be damned.

But not so muc. Northern California (mainly central california schools) screamed bloody murder. No money, no new schools.

funny thing is that as nice as I might have showed up today, I didn't give a crap about schools losing money. Why? Because I won't have any come Robinson's m May....I'm thinking El Torito will pay a fair week...

..anyrate, Michael's head (the character in the book...I'm really going now, ya know), was all about taking vengence and reclaiming the power lost by The Don, and well...he executed perfectly, and Kay now prays for his soul with every breath. GREEAT ending. And Great book. You'll find Fredo and Company pumping gass across the street of Del Taco.

But I digress BIG ol' time.

Good times tonight. Got stood up. So called up Dave and declared that tonight I would celebrate getting a new job. So Underground I go. And got a little trashed. But now after hanging with Bret, Dawn and Michael (I'm too out of it right now to think about their names on LJ...I'll print them later...but a I still love them) came on down and Michael introduced his hand off trainee that he was stuck with, Holly. Cute she was, and very southern, and very sweet, and not so innocent, but sweet. And they all left early...right when she was getting interesting ;-)

Danced. Drank. Danced. Drank.

Perfect evening. Not too much flirt, not enough frustration, and a lot of goodtimes had dancing. And too much drink. But it's coole. Because we hit the 7-11 and I scarfed down two hotdogs and a lot of chocolate goodness.

Chatted int he car comign back up...and laughed a crapload. They've changed his office up since I've left. He now has dark wood, and paint, and a real office that he can, in theory, paint pretty and weird colors.

And home again.

Must wake up in the morning to make done several things that are lacking. ...and to make sure that I can continue services for Cerebus, and fight against the tyrnanny of Cyran and the cyranists...*shudder*

In other news, tomorrow is THE GAME--harvard v. yale...so, in honor:

HARVARD MAY FIGHT TO THE END, BUT
YALE! WILL! WIN!!!!!!

Go Sons of Eli, goooo!

Sleeeeeep now...and in the morning, much to do...

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B'Jeebus. Why issit that when Yale loses to Haavaad, it loses all HUGE. 35 to 3. Gah. GAAAAAAAH. It just hurts so bad when you only care about one football game a year...
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Ah, how I love re-reading drunken posts the next day...because I can totally see where the synapses were firing. And where I was falling asleep. And where I was just kinda typing. I just wish my typos were fewer when I do those.
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OMG! I just caught a commercial for GEICO that was AWESOME! I swore it was real (I mean, it was FOX).

Peep this: "The marriage was real, and built to last. But the house. Was built. TOO SMALL."

The concept is that there's a newlywed couple on a reality show where they have to live for a year in a house that's at something like 3 quarter's scale. So they can't stand up straight. Or move without bumping into each other. Or make love. Or make an omlette. Sure, Gary Coleman would be perfect in there, but not anyone else.

Okay, so it's something you'd have to see...trust me, I woulda watched...heeeee
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Right. Off to write, run errands, and vist the Kingdom of Amber, and it's surrounding Shadows. All of them. Because nothing less would suffice!