Two hours ago, I would have posted about how I was at that beautiful nexus of drunkenness, when nothing can get you down. And still, nothing quite can.

So, I'm visiting my lady-friend, and things are going great. I'm most definitely drunk, but it's all good. She was supposed to have friends over this weekend, and then one cancelled. They were supposed to come by tomorrow.

Guess what?

They came by tonight.

I hid behind a closet door to help her avoid grief.

I think I'm the Other Man, and I find that absolutely hilarious. I couldn't stop laughing the whole way back. I drove other people to the giggles as well. It was beautiful, man.