Monday was the Kitty. Packed like fuck, but I got my applause, my compliments, and my dancers. (Ok, they were more like back-up singers, but whatever.) Sweet, sweet validation....

Tuesday, rollin' with Drew, proving once again we should be running the WWE...or a nightclub...or both.

Wednesday (tonight), ridin' with Thor2. Hit Lucky Strike over at Hollywood & Highland for some overly-expensive bowling. My left hand no longer wants to hold anything, nor does it really have much interest in completely closing. Typing feels weird. Lost miserably in the first game, redeemed myself in the second...as was predicted by Thor2 who, in his own words, starts strong and then fades out. By contrast, I go so many years without stepping onto a lane that I always need to re-learn how to go about the process.

Tomorrow...no idea.

Same with the rest of the weekend. Ideas welcome.