I'm with the pilots.

If you had told me last night that pubquiz would have ended in an arm-wrestling match where I was a competitor, I would have thought you crazy. I didn't win, but I didn't lose. They called a draw, which was the best ending. And yeah, my arm hurts this morning. Big ups to teammates and fellow livejournalers: freakysparks, vfc, and jefftown76. And to vimandvigor for organizing and MCing!

I was starting to fade last night before the dramatic win of my team but by the time it was over, I was feeling much more perky. So I went out for a follow-up drink down the street, some more making out, and then Louche generously gave me and the Deviled Egg a ride back to my place. Yeah, I took the Deviled Egg home.

What made me think it was a good idea to stay up until 5:30 am knowing I would probably wake up early (9:30 am) and I would be DJing tonight from 9pm to 1am? Oh yeah, because it was all fun as hell. That's why.

I'm freshly showered with a clean bathroom. I think I'll fold the laundry then take a nap on the clean sheets before Lowenstein comes home and I drive her to Old Town, then pack up my gear and drive to Hyde Park. That car ride will be the only time we see each other today. And somehow I suspect tomorrow will be similar. But at least we both have Monday off of work, so maybe we can at least find time to share a meal. And there's always the time we spend together in our sleep.

Oh, and Kill Bill is pretty damn entertaining.

I'm sleeping until 2 o'clock tomorrow.