So I know I said last night that Friday was going to be a dull evening that I'd reminisce about to myself every now and then. Oops. Gave the wrong impression there, folks.
After talking briefly on the phone to RJ, I decided that I'd take his advice for once. I put on a nice long foreign film and proceeded to get all sorts of lonely drunk. I'm not sure how the whole drinking-by-yourself thing is usually supposed to work out, but I ended up next door at another red house party. Met lots of new people, partied in a "Russian hat", I think Zoey and I talked about Bollywood films for a good long while, and basically just got good and trashed. It was a happy occasion.