I am so exhausted. We were social all weekend- it was a big beer celebration day on Saturday (Zwanze Day) so there was a whole leadup to it on Friday night at the bar (plus the debut of a local beer that I'd interviewed the brewer about), a friend from across the lake stayed over Friday night and then she left, and other friends from out of town came over, biked back to the bar at 11am, drink till about 3:30, come home, go out to a crazy beer drinking fundraiser for Krewe de Vieux (an extremely raunchy parade) krewes, get all happy, go home, stay up drinking beer with friends from out of town, go to sleep, get up early because guests are awake, go get bottles of beer and breakfast, go to homebrew store, see off friends from out of town, go eat at a BBQ popup, come home and nap.

Lots of beer and LOTS of social interaction. So very tired.

Beer foamy.

(Fire pretty.)

EXACTLY, Cass.

I have cleaned the grill, the fridge, the oven, and the child, oh, and the floor, because the cat loves milk, the child loves giving her milk, and milk does not love the cat.

I have not cleaned the clothes, because the washer broke (with a load in, of course), nor have I cleaned the lawn mower, because I'm unclear on how one does that, but I suspect it should be done outside, and by the time I got to it, it was raining.

I am done, and want a margarita.

I did a bunch of Christmas shopping at the amazing Unique LA marketplace (basically, all local and small business vendors--like Etsy, but in person). So fantastic! It's an annual event, and I will definitely be back next year. It's apparently the largest independent design show in America.

I then ran errands and spent several hours paying bills, balancing the checkbook, and doing odds and ends like filling out the paperwork to get Patch a license and enroll him in medical coverage.

I did not grade any of the 6-8 page papers I've had for 2+ weeks. Sigh.

I know you guys love the dog, Pix, but I blinked because I read that as "enroll him in medical college."

I dunno, Patch looked pretty smart in his pictures.

Patch is a good doctor name.

Whelp, finished up the last show for this tour, and it was a doozy. He'd had some rough ones this week, so it was nice to have a packed, enthusiastic house and a standing O to finish things off.

Raq, you have totally earned that margarita. I hope you got it.

Pix, I love those sorts of things. We have art markets here three Sundays a month, and there's a nighttime one on Frenchmen St.

I feel like there could be a Patch Adams joke in there somewhere about the dog. Oh well.

Nora, that is one heck of a weekend! That much fun is totally exhausting. Also, got your email and will likely backfling tomorrow.

My friend RI came over to have dinner, but ended up taking me for sushi instead. I have the awesomest friends, I really do. It was good to catch up, work has swallowed her alive and will continue to do so for the foreseeable.

There may have been more, but I cannot brane any longer. It wasn't the weekend I'd expected, but overall it was pretty good. Now if I could just get my hip to stop hurting...

I was reaching for a Patch Adams joke, too, but couldn't quite get there.

Although that may have had something to do with the celebratory Long Islands we just had.

Also, I then had to pretend to be sober at my parents house. I feel like I'm fifteen.