However, duty called. I was supposed to meet drunkenphlower and danae Sunday at 5 to talk about AD registration, but we hadn't picked a place and I hadn't heard from either one of them as of 3 PM on Sunday. Finally got hold of danae, who hadn't heard from drunkenphlower either, so we agreed to meet up at the Caribou over by the Sheraton, which we did, adjourning to the Sheraton itself when the Caribou closed at 6. It turned out that drunkenphlower had been called in to work (J, I just want to say for the record that your job sucks) and wouldn't be joining us, but we kicked around the registration stuff for a while, moved on to staff/volunteers philosophy, the sociology of the AD staff and resultant problems, and eventually the conversation degenerated into wankage about local fandom, which I have become a past master of since I know Entirely Too Much about the history of why local fandom is the way it is. At that point (8 PM) we both badly needed dinner, so we adjourned to Q. Cumbers which has the best salad bar outside the Skyroom at Dayton's, or whatever they're calling it this week. Salad and entrees ensued along with conversation on topics that are, frankly, none of y'all's business. We left about 9:30 and headed to our respective homes; maybe we'll get together on Friday for Utena. We'll see how the week goes; I have no social life, but she has too much of one, which is the variable here.
Of course, when I got home, I was unable to get to sleep until 1 AM, and I have balancing to do today. Urrrgh. I think I'm going to go pillage Taco Bell.