So, last night was Rich-fest, the official observation of Rich's birthday. I drank a lot of dark, heavy, winter seasonal beer, which means two things:
1) more drunk on less beer
2) the "beer dump" and "beer fart" effect the next morning is as doubled, and maybe even tripled
and I'll just end discussion on this topic right now.

So, the party was decent, although I found myself filled with that weird "why the fuck is my house full of all these people" resentment syndrome I get sometimes (most notably the last two Halloweens). It was still a great chance to see the "Tyler/Angie, Mike/Mary, Dang, etc." wing of people. I got drunk and spent a good amount of time acting like a cat, going so far as to sit underneath the ping-pong table and pounce on the ball whenever it fell to the floor, and giving people the "cat lovin'" head rub treatment (much to the chagrin of Justin&Margaret's friend Jen-- I mean Julie).

Today, this afternoon to be specific, was the first of many "Family Haulidaze" functions of this Haulidaze season. This one was at Aunt Jan's house in Gig Harbor and featured the "California Reeder's (my dad's brother's family). I sat in a corner most of the time and talked as little as possible, although I did catch up with the 'rents a bit. And yes, I did start sneezing towards the end, but that probably has to do with the fact that two kitties (Mars and Venus) live at Jan's house.