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Ted took a video to document the pseudo-drunken occasion. He then beamed it to my PDA so I could post it here tonight. Unfortunately, there was a transporter accident ala Star Trek mystery death in transit and the vid is most definitely afk atm. I worked later than expected. Henry was so happy to see me when I got home that he practically burned fire trails in the carpet circling the den at hyper-Yorkie-speed when I arrived. I love that little fella. Ted had called early in the day to ask me out for drinks after work. I had no plans obviously. I don't plan anything anymore for the most part, so I accepted. The bar was called Oz and it was assuredly a 99.95% local hangout... your "Norm and Cliffy" kinda joint. It was karaoke night and everything in every flavor (regardless of branding) was $2.00. We were ambitious to say the least. I had not eaten dinner, but was oh so hungry. I counted twelve Crowns (bourbon), two beers, and a Jager-bomb (Jagermeister and Red Bull) personally and I think Ted was with me one for one the entire night. We were expecting the worst when the tab came, but his sister was a regular and apparently pulled some strings. We were spared the agony of liver endurance and simply brought the local special. Cheap is the best way to sum it all up. We were on the list to sing. I was going to sing (Bob Dillon if you must know). We were passed over for some newer, younger, hip-hop type music that fit the crowd a little more closely. It's ok... I think I might be able to sleep anyway. ;-) I have a long rant essay on my personal conflict needs issues desires thoughts of recent, but I need to sleep. I hope I remember at some point. Sweet dreams.