The evening began very nicely, with a big food brick from Chipotle, child-care for the evening, and a visit from my dear old friend Marissa (with Josafat--he's real!). After drinking some beer at home, we decided to venture out to Jon Felton's 34th birthday party, where I stayed until shortly after midnight. I had a great time, drank too much, and my clothes smell like the fire in the back yard.
But when I left, it was a very lonely walk back to the car. And a very lonely drive home. Even during Amanda's periods of incarceration in Leukemiatown, I never felt alone. Last night was godawful depressing.
But I really did enjoy catching up with old friends.