The mailman only took one of the items that needed to be sent. Is the going rate still 37 cents for first class mail?
I wandered around Capitol Hill looking for Halloween inspiration. Rather, looking for a black suit so that I can be a Kill Bill ninja assassin. The only thing that I found was too big, but now I'm thinking that I should've settled for an imperfect fit. Whatever. It's not as if I like any holidays with expectations.
On the way to a townhouse warming party, Carole and I found a bottle of wine in the shape of a cat. It's a Riesling called Happy Cat (I think?). For the party, we brought another bottle; so the verdict is still out on the theme wine. The party itself, in Fremont, was fun, with the requisite wine, cheese, bread, and dessert products. Small circles of people from our department formed, coalesced, and retreated to a small balcony.
Stella, at an overcrowded Graceland, was not overwhelmingly brilliant. More than a few members of the crowd were more enthusiastic about audience participation than was even marginally necessary.The guys were funny, but in a seemingly (but not actually) unstructured set with a bit of a weird fixation on the gay sex (and Weird Al). I don't know, to me, stand-up comedy always seems a little weird in theory.