Thanks bunches, folks. I'd love to say I did nothing that I didn't want to do on my day, but, well, bills must be paid, idiots quelled, chowderheads laughed at, and other distasteful chores that SOMEONE has to do.
Seriously, a good day overall. Shot some of the best pool of my life. And I even managed to make it through dinner without the staff at the joint congregating around me and singing the "Happy Clappy Birthday Song that Invariably Makes Me Want to Slit My Wrists with the Butter Knife" song.
Y'all rawk. I've said it before, I'll say it again. Repitition does not degrade that song.
Roger -Dot- Lee