I feel horrid
So, last night Cynra & I took in dinner at Zyng with Gorman and Theresa before we took in the Lewis Black show at the Winter Garden. Dinner and company were both delightful. We didn't have the opportunity to make it to the Browncoat dinner that night, unfortunately.
Black was hilarious, as always. He mused on current events (the economy, the new regime in the US, etc) as well as his own career, including having Vince Gill opening for him.
After the show we went to Mr_weasel's house for his wife's b-day party.
It was there that I felt horrid.
You see, yesterday I wore my #24 memorial t-shirt. One of the other guests there turned out to also be a VB fan. One who hadn't seen season three.
Whoops. I am that most horrid of creatures, the sploiler. Sigh.
I drank my misery away, and we stayed to sing happy birthday and headed out.
Black was hilarious, as always. He mused on current events (the economy, the new regime in the US, etc) as well as his own career, including having Vince Gill opening for him.
After the show we went to Mr_weasel's house for his wife's b-day party.
It was there that I felt horrid.
You see, yesterday I wore my #24 memorial t-shirt. One of the other guests there turned out to also be a VB fan. One who hadn't seen season three.
Whoops. I am that most horrid of creatures, the sploiler. Sigh.
I drank my misery away, and we stayed to sing happy birthday and headed out.