gatherings

Occasionally, a phrase uttered in complete seriousness comes back to bite you in the ass. Occasionally, phrases uttered in complete innocence result in anything but.I offer my current example: “Hey, I want a birthday party this year! Why don’t we do a big group birthday party for all of the October birthday folks, and maybe send out an invitation to tech staff to see if anyone will want to drive up from Atlanta?”

I was supposed to be asleep. Every now and then, for some reason, even with the best of modern pharmaceuticals, my body just gets determined to stay awake. Therefore, it’s well past three in the morning and here I am, glorying in the quietness of my new keyboard in the partially-cleaned computer room.See, I’m plotting. That never bodes well.

Note: this is being said after a rather late-ish night of geekfesting.

Enter three people into the living room, having left the kitchen after obtaining glasses of water.

Person B on sofa bed, groaning, with arm thrown over eyes: “What time is it?”

Me: “Eight-thirteen.”

Person B: “You people are ill! Fuckers! Go back to bed!”