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No cards, but karaoke. It was all terrible until the chorus people arrived from the concert (Bill skipped this concert for his part). I didn't have a whole lot of fun till I just went upstairs and hung out on the computer, having inappropriate conversations both on AIM and with Salad (who was feeling similarly antisocial at that point). Salad and I talked, and Tony and I IMed, and life was good. Then he dragged me downstairs to participate in the party... it got a lot better after most everybody but the core party group was gone. They played Margaritaville quite a few times... amusing.

We had quite a fun time improvising all kinds of quintet harmonies while the karaoke guys were packing up... my Cs had recovered by then, and they were impressed with my Jellicle pronouncements.

Then eventually there was nobody but me and Mama and Bill and his tenant, and we sat inside for awhile and talked and traded foot massages. I fell asleepish across Bill's lap and Mama let me stay the night over there. His son Willy was surprised to find me in his bed (he walked in in just underwear). I took awhile to get to sleep, let alone bed (4:30), but the impromptu foot massage helped. It felt like a dream.

Then I had a very surreal day, today. Waking up, breakfast will Bill (his son left for a friend's house and he made French toast and an omelette). Then I had to wait an hour while they loaded the margarita machine into its owner's truck... then a motorcycle ride home.

Then a long boring work at the Gem show, sitting and selling and warning unsuspecting people not to pick up the dools from the guy's booth next to me (he was very grouchy). I dun even know how much I made.

And Nobody's coming to my concert. Grraaa.