It’s Tuesday. We’ve got at least 4 more days of this. It’s not going to be easy. I get the prize for being the lamest – I just woke up. My co-conspirators have to work. The parties are just going to keep getting better, and my feet are just going to have to deal with it.

Last night started totally different than Sunday night, there was a line to get in the bar and we were there an hour earlier. I’d never been to Side Bar before, but it’s bigger outside than it is inside so that’s where we headed. We successfully grabbed a (free!) round and got busy people watching. I was mainly watching LC’s friends that we met there, since I’m an old married lady that doesn’t get to meet too many nice boys these days. LC watched a young man that was swaying dangerously behind me with a giant kite in his giant ‘man bag/satchel’. We made the mistake of thinking that he’d be normal, and asked what the kite was for, since the Kite Festival was last week. He immediately launches in to a defensive tirade of being able to carry what he wants and LC should just quit hitting on him. Yikes. LC has more successes later in the night, talking to the tallest man ever, and other friendly normal people.

JC – my current favorite person – walked up and said, “Everyone in line was annoying. They were all talking about their blogs. (looks at me) No offense.” As a matter of fact, he was right. Everyone around us was either blogging, reading a blog on their phone, or talking about a blog, or asp, or something technical – except the two guys I overheard debating Diane Lane and Bettie Page’s better features. (?) Made me look like I just bought my first computer.

I made the mistake of inviting one person I knew who’d been at the Toadies concert that night, and brought a dozen already tanked friends, who collectively staged the first “Drama at the Bathroom Line” saga I’ve ever seen. Ugh. They got a little better when I met the band they were with, some nice guys who shared their (free!) beer with me so I didn’t have to wait in line again.

It sprinkled just enough for me to not melt, and to clear out some people. Shortly thereafter, the bar tab ended, and many more took off. We finished up our last (free!) drinks and decided to stop over at Club DeVille. There was a nice couple minutes of talking in the middle of the road on the way, watching the end of the Borat movie, and another drink and another new friend before we headed home. We need our beauty sleep!

At the various requests of numerous people, here’s the picture, but I’ll allow the computer people to stay and hang out with us…