After the hurricane, I was really hoping that dreams really do come true...or that I'd at least get some, so Friday night Mitzhi McHoragain and I went out for a few cocktails.

After a short review of what bars might be hopping in DC on a Friday night before grampaw jimbo's designated bedtime, we were left with Windows and JR's. I remembered that there were sometimes furry male specimens found at Windows on a Friday night, and it was right across the street from Mitzhi's, so we decided to give it a try. Furry they were, but gregarious they were not, as they were all in twos, looking for other twos and oftentimes lifting another's shirt for a good belly rub. Their circles were so tight-knit, I was reminded of the arctic muskoxen's defensive circling technique for survival. I guessed they sensed wolves were about. I needed a girly drink, but a shirley temple just wouldn't do, so I settled for a strong cosmo.

Then we gave JR's a try, which was nicely air-conditioned and remarkably spacious. However, there were few furry mammals in attendance...mostly amphibious and reptillian creatures climbing the walls with their sticky-pad fingers.

The next day was a rugby tournament waaay up Rhode Island Avenue into Maryland. I discovered that pretty much everything North of my 'hood has no power yet. Many of my friends are staying elsewhere due to the same problem.

The day was getting really damn hot for September, so I didn't mind at all that I wasn't slated to start. However, the shitty hot weather with 100% humidity and no wind, and a great number of injuries on the team pretty much promised that I would eventually play. I began sweating as soon as I put on my jersey, without even having warmed up yet. Most of the team played like the match was held in a sauna, and I don't blame them. Of course we got revved up by the second half, but no tries were scored. I got a good run in the thick mud, and a few good tackles, which earned me a rare and appreciated compliment from the coach. By the end of the match our team managed to score one major gash to the head, a minor concussion and a case of heat exhaustion, all requiring ambulance visits. After the match I was easily able to ignore offers of beer and greasy foods, relishing delightful ice water. I must have drank a gallon, and didn't pee until many hours later. Too damn hot for a match if you ask me.

I played far worse with the D&D gang later that evening, and didn't get to kill any of the hapless, greedy characters. I think I'm becoming a softie. They're starting to get so powerful I can't find anything to give them a real challenge, so I think it's time to start over at low levels again. Back to the Forgotten Realms, or my own world?

Later on My'ra lagged behind and we went out to Blowoff for a few, but I forgot to call Mitzhi! Sorry gurl. I was pretty dried out and tired by the end of the evening, so we left after a few beers.