Okay, the HOTT stockings are breaking me.It's too early in the day for me to be broken.

You think you're broken? You should see them *on* me....

now I am going to make tea. and nope - i don't put any sweetener in it.

I thought I messed up my keyboard in a tragic water spill accident. Some things seemed to work but some didn't. The arrow keys (which weren't hit, I don't think, I think I mostly got the dfg cvbnm spacebar cluster) seemed frelled, but I think there was just a spontaneous healing.

Not that this has anything to do with anything. Don't mind me. I'm mostly testing it out.

my mom *always* calls knee-highs "cheaters," and for years I had no idea they were called anything else

They're like a dickey for legs!

Okay, that sounds a bit porny. Nebber mind.

You should see them *on* me....

I would be even more broken. Are they breaking your coworkers?

They are. You thought it was a Christian place before....You should here the , "Oh, Lord in Heaven"'s now.

Cindy, I once had a tea vs. keyboard accident and a lot of my keys went wonky. They all fixed themselves except the apostrophe key, which still refuses to work unless I smash it with my fist.

Ok. Everyone praise me.

Remember the big project for work from a couple of weeks ago? I finally finished the first step! I have a meeting about it this afternoon. Go me!

I forgot to mention one of the fun points of last night.

We got to Dark Sparkle (which was being held at The Purple Onion - a famous beat era hangout, where Woody Allen and Bill Cosby did standup in the early sixties) early, so we grabbed a table by the dance floor and had a bottle of prosecco in an ice bucket and it was all very fun and swanky, but not crazy expensive or stuffy. We got to watch people arrive and set after set of people would walk down the stairs, all turned out in super fab dark, sparkly vintage wear from different eras. There was the goth-ish swing retro girl, and the dark flapper girl and neo-new wave retro girl. Like that.

Anyway, we watched four particularly fabulous women come in together and take a table by the front door. It's a small place so it was lovely just to people watch and there was always someone on the dance floor but it didn't get too crowded. Lots of great dancers.

After JZ and I came off the dance floor ("You Just Haven't Earned It Yet, Baby" then something by Duran Duran. Obviously not a strict goth set list by any means.) our waitress dropped a napkin at our table with something written on it. How fun is that? It said:

"Name the author: 'You want a vodka martini, why don't you head down to the fern bar down the street.' Come over to our table!"

So I knew it was somebody I knew from the Zam Zam. JZ took out her lipstick and wrote "Bruno" on the back of the napkin (that being the answer to Name the Author) and before we could go over, they came to us.

It was Darcy! One of my favorite bartenders at the Zam Zam who had simply disappeared one day without explanation. (She was "let go" because the slightly insane woman who co-owns the bar never liked Darcy.) It was great to see her. Her curly hair was done up in two little poms on top of her head and she was wearing opera gloves and had some Isadora-like scarf.

Sidenote: Within two minutes of each other, both Juliana and JZ spotted Cool Hair on the dance floor. "THAT'S how I want my hair cut." and "I'm coloring my hair tomorrow."

See, what everyone's problem is, they're desecrating the tea by putting any sweetener in it in the first place.

I'm a heathen. I now have properly sweetened tea, just had to raid another floor.