Tardy Hearty

Here's how the Tardy Gras party went down: Saw plenty of friends and family, including some we don't see often enough. Met an old friend's new family for the first time. Got to meet some of Kathy's co-workers, including a couple who dig Tom Waits, Nick Cave and cool board games. Smoked cigars in a menagerie that included friends from a current job, a former job, middle/high school and college. Talked to distant friends who could not arrive. Watched girls pretend they were in a spaceship. Shoveled the remaining snow into a big beer bucket; it was gone within 24 hours. Inspired two awesome posts by the Bastard. Polished off our bottle of Tuaca, and drank more hurricanes than my poor system could stand. Ate a lot of delicious food, most of it generously supplied by the guests. Thanked my mom for a coat rack. Between Kathy & I, managed to keep it together long enough to medicate the Dude relatively on schedule. Accumulated more beer at the end of the party than we had at the beginning -- a Tardy Gras loaves-n-fishes miracle. Considered the biological properties of a half-sharkaligator, half-man. Helped keep a friend well-supplied with bourbon ("From the gentlemen in the beads..."). Confessed my love for dough. Found a date for the space alien:


And thankfully, the overhead light in the living room managed to hold off on blowing out until the very next time we turned it on. Tardy can be good.

Rob