So, it's rare that I come home from The Kitty this drunk, but I guess that's what happens when you have a couple serious drinks, a low food intake (re: just dinner), and two cloves (thanks Thor2!). Once again, Thea and Box rocked the house, as did Shellhead and Spinner (in, like, his second visit to LK ever). Also on the guest circuit was The Monster>, who could not be convinced to sing, but might return sometime in the future before she moves to Las Vegas (pronounced "Vay-has", as per Christian Slater in Young Guns 2). A Vegas road-trip is, of course, in the works once that's all settled.

Christ, I'm still hammered.

Apparently, there is no "Kitty-oke" next week, so I'll have to amuse myself in some other fashion. Suggestions are always welcome.

That is all from my drunk ass. Now it is time to watch television so I can sober up before sleeping.