The party went really well. Jett proved to be an excellent cook, and Chriss and I spent the afternoon putting boobies (made of angel cake and pink cream cheese icing) on the chocolate birthday cake we bought Ryan. Which was actually good. And Fay spent a large chunk of the night mixing drinks, in her best flight-attendant way. And Dave bought me StreetFighter, and I beat Rick (who was so drunk he could barely hold the controller, and tried to lend Jett the remote control to the fan to dial a phone number.) And the watermelon varied between "non-alcoholic" and "blinding." Gotta finish that thing up. Katie actually got drunk purely on watermelon. And we have enough beer to have a whole other party. And I came in at under $500, which is great, because now I have to worry about rent.
Anyway, I have to go buy new uniform pants, since I've apparently lost a pair, and pick up a registered letter that was delivered at home and I don't know what it is. And go to work. There's always work.
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