Patti (whipartist) wrote,

My throat hurts

Tonight: drinks with coworkers. A mad dash to the mission for drinks with friends. Off to dinner with some other people.

And then down to Millbrae for karaoke. Six of us in a private room. You could go out and order drinks from the woman at the counter; she'd come in and deliver them and then run away as fast as she possibly could. I suspect she was wearing earplugs, too, but I couldn't prove it.

We eventually ran out of steam and stumbled out to the counter to settle the bill. It was very nearly 2 a.m.

I had to drop someone off in the city on the way home. Apparently nearly four hours of karaoke wasn't enough-- we did a Meatloaf singalong the whole way up.
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