Well, I'm home even though the party is still sort of going. For the first part of the day, folks were practically sitting on one another's laps. A bunch of local folks left, and it got a little less like an exercise in phone booth stuffing.

At some point, SINSULL was yelled at by an irate squirrel in the window. (See 2nd verse I wrote above.)

Naemanson behaved himself with the bourbon balls, but now that I'm gone, anything could happen.

Kendall sang a Bob Coltman's Patrick Spencer, and a few folks wanted the words. Great music, great food, great party!