In which we pull another all-nighter! Egad!

After the class on Saturday, we went to BoSe’s house and lounged around. For hours. And hours. And hours. I surfed. Finally I got Luna settled as a pillow and Kaia settled as a footwarmer and the guys suddenly wanted to leave.

We went to the Dead Cock and ate — upstairs and everything — and then went back downstairs for Rockstar’s gig. I waited and waited and waited for Raybo; she finally showed up sometime after eleven. I also hung out a little with Gorgeous and AmmZon and and an unusually gregarious Ya.

I danced. I drank. I sat in with the band and sang. I drank water. It was super fun.

The bar closed at two, Ray had afterhours again because she’s cool and she has a big old house. We stayed up til four, then I passed out suddenly and unceremoniously on the basement bed. I remember Bread snuggling in with me…

…and Bread woke me up at ten-something, mumbled those words: “Gotta let the dogs out.” We walked to his truck, hit the store for breakfast ingredients, texted everyone we knew, and drove home.

I made sausage & gravy for Bread and BoSe; White Trash Breakfast From Hell for me. Bloody marys. By two I was passed out in bed.

Right now I’m blogging from the 2nd Street coffee house on our new laptop, which I adore and love. (Yes, I’m fucking dork. Yes, this is the second entry in a row with a stupid cell phone shot of my laptop. Yes, I know I’m a corndog.) NLW came and bought me breakfast and everything; Bread’s off seeing if anyone can fix his damn truck for him, then he’s having lunch with BoSe.

We found someone to house- and dog-sit for us while we’re gone and man is that a relief.

Now all we have left to do is clean house, stock up on pet food, pack, and get the hell outta Dodge. Oh, and I have to finish paying bills. And we have to get Indy cell phones ’cause our carrier doesn’t work there. Whee!