First of all, I apologize to everyone for the big vent-fest yesterday. Just needed to get that shit off my chest. Usually I reserve that kind of stuff for my personal journal, but a few people seemed concerned about what was going on, so I thought I'd clarify. Again, my apologies for being the Big Heavy.
Slowly getting things in gear for Ireland. Having some tires replaced on my car after one developed a slow leak and another went completely flat on Sunday night. $120 down the drain. Oh well. Hoping to get my taxes done once and for all this afternoon while Maddie naps so there's at least a small chance I'll have the money by the time we leave. Christ, I will be *set* if I can get that in time. *crossing fingers*
Dreading going to work this evening, only because I know there will be a wall of photos up from the Palomino work party Sunday night. Those poor bartenders at the Red Light probably don't know what hit them - literally. At one point, I was hit by a cheese tray and subsequently covered in starfruit, swiss cheese, and canteloupe. Mojo Productions, Inc., has indeed created a monster. None of us should be allowed to have a party like that ever again. Pure Dionysian debauchery. But what a freaking blast. Thank god that'll only happen once a year.
Found Eddie yesterday. He's been staying in a shelter most nights of the week, though not all. Relieved to know he's laying his head on a clean pillow at least some of the time. Am hoping his abuse has diminished to part-time rather than full-time. We'll see. The plan is to call the shelter until I can actually speak to him directly, then make plans to pick him up for lunch when I'm in town on Saturday. I'm sure he'll agree to meet with me, if for no other reason than to ask for money. Whether or not he actually shows up on Saturday will remain to be seen. Either way, it's worth a shot.