I woke up sooner than I thought I would given my bedtime, but I was generally groggy until the time I actually should have woken up. Isn't that always the case with me? I'm no good to anyone until the time I should have been awake anyway, and only sometimes do I get to prop myself up with caffeine and fake it. I can act, sometimes, while all bleurgh. Sometimes. That does make things surreal for those around me.
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Eventually I got her picked up, we collected a gluten-free entree (plus dessert, and happy goat cheese) at Trader Joe's (and met some old buddies of hers), and there was dinner. Dinner and hilarity!
The major world-changing accomplishment of the night was introducing Tay to the concept of the vuvuzela. Tay has spent the past 10 years mostly avoiding the internet and seriously music-geeking, so she is both rather out of tune (heh) with pop culture (she was first introduced to Dragostea din Tei via the crappy song that samples it, through work radio, rather than on the internet or at a Thanksgiving celebration like many of the rest of us) and slightly alarmed that there was a musical instrument that she knew nothing of. She is already attempting to figure out interesting things to do with them.
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