Maura's Illuminated Manuscript

I sometimes drive past OSeaO on the way home from Capitol Hill, mainly out of nostalgia & wishful thinking. Last night, though, there was a party going on there. No cover, no booze, chips, dip, plenty of people, and dub. Somebody recognized me, which seems to happen more often at techno things lately.

Happiness is somebody to whom you can tell war stories about work without making her eyes glaze over.