So dfors wound up stopping by, he saved me from a night of cheetos and Ragnarok and we drank Ranier Ale and Red Stripes and went to a strange bonfire at the toxic waste golfcourse which is right about here. It was nutty. A lot of capering and adventures.
The moon was full and bright, and we wound everything up with pizza at the SKULL HOUSE and Star Trek IV - The Voyage Home. Ahh.