Party Party

Yesterday I quit work at 1:00, drove to San Jose, and spent the afternoon with Andrew going around getting everything for his party (including one of those great heater-things for outside and a combination smoke machine/many-colored lighted disco ball). We had a nice afternoon-into-evening time with Andrew's girlfriend Stacey and the party began. I was on the lookout for Harold because truthfully there were only a few people there* but Harold didn't show up until around 10 and the party was already past that point where everyone was talking to everyone else. (Harold wore his old-standby whoopee cushion costume and gave mini-whoopee cushions to all guests, including me [which our friend Aaron said shows everything is ok dog-bite-wise and I agree]).

The party was fun and I'm glad I was there for it. Oh man will I miss Andrew.

*including Tom, previously Andrew's neighbor, a middle-aged guy who goes to burning man every year and is an expert in that naked rope-tying thing, who came in a costume as "the sun" wearing a skin-tight sky-blue unitard showing a detailed outline of his package, tube socks, teva sandals, a white poncho with gold glitter edges, and what looked like a giant tambourine edged with orange fake fur on his chest. Later in the evening we learned he had a fan installed in the tambourine that flutters the fake fur. Tom, great costume, you geek. You rock. :)