Something tells me we're still in Ohio

So much for planning.

Thursday night, my friends and I decided we were going to throw a little something for Fatty (formerly Wide Eyes) Saturday night, since she is clicking her heels and heading back to Kansas. The plan was that Captain Sculpty was going to host the shindig at his house, and we'd all get there round 10.

Well, we got together closer to 12 after finally figuring out, the party wasn't happening, her flight leaves in the AM and she actually wanted to sleep at some point before then, and every one except Captain Sculpty was under the impression there was going to be festivities at his house in the first place. Boss, Captain, Jailbird and I stayed at Fatty's place and hung out for a short time attempting some social behavior with Fatty and her other friends, until she realized she was tired and kicked us out. We said our farewells, hugs were dispensed, and we set out to find some food. We failed to find any food. However, we did spend some time at Jailbirds' place. I got to play one of the forty Grand Theft Auto games, where I happily corrupted my psyche by beating the crap out of good citizens and authority figures, stole their cars, ran over more good citizens and authority figures, crashed the cars, and got arrested and dead many times. Real life simply can't compete. It wasn't too long before Boss Lady (our chauffeur) reminded us it was pretty late, so she kicked me and Captain out of Jailbird's place and then dropped us off at our homes without running over any good citizens or authority figures.