The Lady giveth, and the Lady taketh away.

Funny Lady invited me at the last minute to the Monkey Loft last night. Long experience has taught me to accept Funny Lady's last-minute invitations if at all possible, and I don't regret it. Booty was shaken. I stayed up too late. We spent a surprising amount of time in various lines because turnout was impressive for a Thursday night, to say nothing of the eye candy. FL observed, accurately, that the geriatric ravers love a club night with doors at 1900; we were out in force.

I can't go on a long-anticipated trip to see my favorite vampire witch queen as planned tomorrow because she isn't feeling well. This is me, pouting. But to tell you the truth, I'll be on call through the weekend anyway because of a swap I did for Folsom weekend. So... it kind of works out? I don't have to take my work laptop on a long bus ride.