Saturday night, a friend calls up and invites me to a party that he's just been invited to. Is it all right if I show up without an invite? Sure it is.
I show up, the host is gracious, and out of some weird sort of coincidence it turns out that I had quite a few friends there. Then there were the people that I didn't know: a professional dominatrix who advertises in the back of a local paper, the artist behind White Noise, and a couple of ladies on the couch who were being extremely indiscreet. Oh, wait, I know one of them. I used to work with her and and we have many mutual friends. Oops. Hope she didn't notice me being at the party.
In the meantime, my friend realizes that he's thirsty and somehow gets the idea that quenching said thirst with multiple vodka tonics is a good idea. Fortunately, I stopped drinking early otherwise we wouldn't have been able to go anywhere. Of course, we barely went anywhere anyway. He rarely has more than one or two drinks at a time, so tonight he wound up being violently ill and I had to pull the car over every block or so lest he soil my car. What an evening.
