Also, my little black cocktail dress = awesome for dancing in.
So then we went to IHOP and calories were obtained, after which some idiot (me) discovered that she had somehow lost her cellphone and two credit cards. However! The cute bartender at the club had found them and tucked them behind the bar for me, and so the ranch was saved (and the bartender retipped most heartily).
Moral? Be nice to the help. They may save your everloving ass.
And now I sleep, because lo, tomorrow we drive to Vancouver.
It's a damned good thing that I have more stamina than sense. Just saying.
Oh, also. Tomorrow, As You Know Bob, because I will be out of town, there will be Shadow Unit content. La.