Sunday revels

I was feeling out of place at the party. I managed to fuck up my hand punching a bag of ice (don't ask) and was obsessing about it just about the time that the karaoke portion started. Plus a ditzy 20-something bearcub was clinging to me like a limpet and boring everyone with talk of his messed-up housing situation.

Then I ran into the theatre major who had attended the Defense Language Institute in Monterrey.

So, all in all, well worth attending. As a bonus, I got to hear the host tell me he loves me more than his own pubes.