My funk decreased as the evening wore on. We watched a couple episodes of "Curb Your Enthusiasm" on HBO. Although you could see every single joke coming ahead of time, it was bizarre enough to make me laugh. I'll watch it again.
At 10:30pm, Steve took me out to the Lone Star. Nothing like seeing woofy guys to make the day better. I love Friday nights at the Lone Star. Seems to be the best day for spotting tourists. I spoke to about a half dozen of 'em. Had a really nice time. We stayed until closing. Damned lights.
Slept in this morning until about 9am. That felt good. Trash day was moved to today because of the holiday, so I went out to bring in the bins. After I brought in the second of four, the upstairs neighbors came behind me dragging in the other two. They heard me out there and felt the need to do their part. They're great.