The possibly sugar-induced productivity left me plenty of time to bus up to the U-District for a department happy hour at The District. They really brought out their most clever people when coming up with that name, didn't they? The bar was actually pretty nice, with giant booths that made everyone look tiny, at least one tasty appetizer, and space that was easily adaptable to our large, continually reconfiguring group.
After about an hour, Carole and I went to Thaiger Room for dinner. As usual, the food was good, but I can't imagine how the employees don't get black lung from working around the cooking fumes all day.
Now, I'm home and overdosing on reality television.
