So, the night got even better. My naval officer showed up at the bar tonight, looking for me. The bar where I was supposed to watch the game. But didn't because my friends suck. Because they cancel on me when it's too late to contact every one I've invited to warn them that the plans have changed.
And, now I'm home in my pajamas. With whiplash. And a respiratory infection. In my pajamas. Bitter. So bitter.
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