The social event of the season.

The party last night was fun. Good food, good music, beer. I even got onto the dance floor. Twice.

We got there about 1915, and left a little after 2200. Mainly because one of the ladies at our table had way too much to drink, was showing no signs of slowing down, and things were getting uncomfortable.

There was one amusing moment. I went up to the bar to get a drink, and my boss was there. For the record, I looked nice. blue denim shirt, black slacks, with my leather jacket. Hair clean and combed, beard trimmed. Tim didn't recognize me at first.