So, while Friday was Friday, Saturday was Oceanside; a slightly long, but not overly dull drive. Thanks to some people, we were considerably later than originally planned, but it all worked out. Once we arrived, it was all burgers, beer, leftover Halloween candy, holographic technology, dogs, galactic politics, small children and reclining couches. We even had an audience.

The Captain sends his regards.

Afterwards, I delivered everyone back to where I found 'em and got ready to end the night...then I remembered that (Broken)Heather was having a party. It was 2:45am. I thought about calling, but figured if it was over, I'd be disturbing the house and if it wasn't, I'd just look stupid, so I just went. On arrival, the music was still blaring, so I headed on in, surprised the hosts and got my groove on.

I was, of course, dressed inappropriately, but I didn't let that affect me. I met some people, re-met some other people, mixed myself a drink that was a little too damn strong and chatted a bit after it went quiet. Damn good ending to a decent day, I'd say.

Felt like the living dead the next day, of course, but that's to be expected.