I finally got out of work, there was some hold up trying to email enormous title document scans to an asshat attorney in chicago. Finally we just fed ex'd them. If you had told me at eighteen that I'd find love in the world of condominium and title work in real estate, I would have laughed. More to the point, I'm fairly good at it. I was helping Evil Randar look over a really messed up condominium plan for a california project, and the attorney is now offended, but changed everything over based on what Evil and I said. Ha! I met Evil about five years ago. We both worked at a crazy law firm in southern california. I was really lonely, and had no friends there. I have no idea why, but everyone hated me (I'm friendly and nice, so everywhere but there, I've always made friends rather easily). Evil Randar and I were both outcasts, but we became great friends, and caused lots of prank routing runs. All I have to say to the evil randar is "Okay thanks!".
I went to jazz in the garden at a Boone's nursery in Middletown. Quite fun. I ate a lot of hors d'oeurves and drank a lot of free wine, which will come as a surprise to no one.. Now I have to clean my house. BLAH!