Fun on the 4th

We got our heads out of our asses about Bernadette long enough yesterday to go out and be amongst friends. Taylor, Jeff and Stormy met us at Twains around 7:30 and we had some food while waiting for it to get dark for fireworks. Yay for big booms and sparkles!

After the lovely fireworks show, we went over to Storm’s and hung out with her, the dogs, the ferrets and -SQUEEEEE- the hedgehogs! I got to see the babies!! Her roommate came home, so we chatted with him and Jim eventually came home after a long sucky night trying to run a downtown restaurant chock full of Pride and holiday tourists with FOUR fucking waitrons. FOUR. There were eight scheduled, but only four showed up. Jim’s a manager but he got to wait tables all night as well as deal with asshole customers who could not see how frelled the restaurant was. Nice. If it were my store, there’d be four fewer servers on the next schedule.

We had some fun and forgot about Bernie for a little while. Nick (who is keeper of all photos and videos) will certainly have fireworks stuff up soon.

Distraction never lasts for long, but it keeps you sane.

Thanks again to everyone who is helping stir up the ethers to find Bernie. ::hugs:: I dreamed last night that she came home and was covered in pine sap and stuff, but when I grabbed her up and hugged her, while I was crying hysterically, she purred and didn’t squirm at all.

I hope that comes true.