Buddy's Myth

On December 18th, The Toner and I had a Christmas party, as is the tradition. The Floating Coats (sans Dave) played, people sang, danced, gambled, drank, and seemed to enjoy themselves immensely while reveling in the spirit of the season. I was only able to attend because I twisted my ankle the night before and it swelled up so that I was gimped out (couldn't walk) all night, so therefore could not attend my job (which I hate and can't wait to quit--more later). I like to think of it as my Christmas miracle.
The heavies started a poker game at about four a.m that I quit at 6:30 so I could get up to go to Palm Springs. I was up twenty-five bucks in a five dollar buy-in game. God bless us every one.