Friday the 13th

"Leave, I was going to say leave all that.
What matter who's speaking, someone said what matter who's speaking.
Who taught me all I know? In the old wander years, I deduced it all from nature. I know it's not me, but it's too late now, too late to deny it, the knowledge is there, the bits and scraps, flickering on and off, turn about, winking on the storm, in league to fool me. Leave it and go...."

Shelly turned 30 on Friday the 13th.
Her reaction: "Relieved."
Samuel Beckett would have been 101.
His reaction: "..."

Shelly, Sue, Steve (the now infamous three S's) and your humble author disregarded superstition outright and went to Steven's Pass for the super disco season ending, twenties ending blowout. (Josh, sadly, was stuck, once again, making air travel more efficient and we thank him for that.) Variable spring conditions, as expected. Sue and Steve shenanigans, as expected.

Rain and good sense drove the chicas to the lodge at 3:30 where we patiently waited for Steve and got drunk. Then we went to the cabin and waited for Josh...and got drunker. We played Clue twice and I can't really tell you who won either round. (Is it Rev. Green or Mr. Green? And what the hell happened to Ms. Scarlet and the candlestick?) I, for one, found it too tedious and we switched to watching "ALIAS" and drinking more and eating more. Finally!, Josh arrived and we could eat dinner. The rest is a blur of cake, Jenga, and Jennifer Garner's abs.