As planned, I went to the funeral home after work yesterday. It was incredibly crowded, to the point that we went out into the hallway and were unable to get back in the room. We hugged the people who needed to be hugged, but didn't stay longer than a half hour.
Because the funeral home was just down the street from my house, I decided to stop in there and change my clothes before heading down to the open mic. When I walked into the living room, I was greeted by the roomate . . . and no electricity. In the darkness that was my basement bedroom, it took me more than 5 minutes to locate a pair of flip flops to replace my stockings and heels. It would have taken me significantly longer than that to find the flashlight that is somewhere in there. I decided that the dress I'd been wearing all day was comfortable enough to allow me to avoid the impending search for matching clothing. The result of this turned out to be a number of compliments over the course of the night, so that was sorta excellent. I guess that one trip to Dress Barn in the year 2000 served me well.
I'm glad I decided to go to the Perk instead of just staying home. I was right that hugs and smiles and friends would be cheering. I stayed far too late, though, and I am paying for that today. Man, I am tired. And whatever this brown liquid is that is in my mug, it has very little in common with coffee. Someone should bring me a mocha.