Last Call

RAWR.

Far too infrequently I get the chance to go out and be bad on a Friday night, and last night turned out to be one of those instances. I always imagine that I'm missing out on all the truly fun stuff by being home-bound on the traditional "let it all hang out" night, and while I enjoyed drink and conversation with a number of friends, there were two or three that I really wanted to bump into who were conspicuously absent.

Which somehow makes me think that they're only coming in on those nights that they know I shall be there.

Like I'm a force of nature or something.

Kinda scary if true, which conjures up the comical notion of Godzilla being frightened of these tiny humans that pester oh so much while busy trashing downtown Tokyo.

Then again, I know plenty of folks who are deathly afraid of spiders, which approximates the scale.