Which is not anything like having WAY TOO MUCH Candy.

Sometimes, there seems to be a correlation. More research is indicated.

I have an alarming capacity for booze, but I had about 4 beers. I achieved silliness nonetheless. I might have a head start on the silliness factor.

I'd completely forgotten about the cheesie Disneyesque Mormon Temple!

It was there when my family lived there too and we moved away in 1979.

Did anyone lick Teppy's scar this year?

For some reason right before the F2F I got all weird and shy. I'm pretty sure that I could have handled the Too Much Candy aspect with all the booze.

I really could have done without the weird flashback feelings of when I used to get drunk and make a complete ass out of myself.

Not that I think I made an ass out of myself at Prom, but it stirred up stuff.

Still I had a great time and the only things I regret are the hangover and no picture of billytea in front of the naked mole rats.

Tomorrow I'm going to do nothing except read comics and type up my F2F thoughts.

Did anyone lick Teppy's scar this year?

No, damn it. And there was ample opportunity.

I totally forgot about Teppy's scar until I got home. I would have licked it though.

Well, I made up for some of the teetotalling Buffistas. When I left Washington, I was so many sheets to the wind that I probably could have flown out of the city without benefit of an airplane had it been breezier.

When I left Washington, I was so many sheets to the wind that I probably could have flown out of the city without benefit of an airplane had it been breezier.

Matt, that's the only way to fly.

I stayed sober. Hubs made up for me.

Matt, that's the only way to fly.

It did keep me from strangling The Child Who Would Not Shut Up who was across the aisle from me on the Dulles-Atlanta leg of the journey. It had the world's most annoying voice, like Jennifer Tilly's, only it never, ever took a break to stare vapidly off camera while trying to remember the next line.