tablesaw | Tomorrow Never Comes . . .

On Thursday, I slept well past noon.

Wait, hold on. Before that, I woke up before sunrise. Because I didn't have to work, I thought I'd make breakfast for

ojouchan for Ramadan. So (beef) bacon and eggs were cooked, badly at first, and with greater skill as my eyes focused. By the time I was done,

cthulhia had woken up (or given up trying to sleep), and she joined us. We had food until eventually everyone passed out again, where I stayed until well past noon.

To continue, Cthulhia and I headed over to Thai Town for kanom krak at Bhan Kanom Thai, and an actual meal at Thai Patio. Both were good, though coconut (the key ingredient in kanom krak) isn't really my thing. But soon enough, we were off across the valley to the Getty Center.

It seems like every time I'm at the Getty, I'm with a woman who knows far more about everything to do with art than I do. Which is awesome. The smoke wasn't as bad as I expected, and we got to see a lot of Los Angeles. We stayed until they started kicking us out of places, then we drove back to Los Angeles along Mulholland Drive.

We finished the day with

ojouchan and Cthulhia's NIN hostess

m0reta at Fat Fish, which was fat and fishy as always.

Friday, I went back to work. There's schedule weirdness when it comes to holidays, but the upshot is that my weekend went all over the place. So after my normal Thursday, I went in for another day in the office, to pave the way for my Labor Day weekend.

It was, to put it bluntly, a bad idea. There were lots of folks out on vacation, and a number more who just coincidentally got sick. And although we expected a slow day going into the long weekend, what we got instead was a bunch of lawyers who wanted things done now now now before the weekend was over. I got home achey and angry, and I don't even remember what else I did that night.

Saturday, I went back to work again, and this time things were slow. During downtime, I learned more about Photoshop, and made this:

It's from a drawing by

persona_kun for The Gamer's Quarter, from the time we all went to dinner at Orochon Ramen.

I left a little early (like everyone else got to do the day before), and hurried home to quickly pack. A short while later, Ojou and I said goodbye to Cthulhia and set ourselves on the road to Las Vegas.

It wasn't the greatest drive ever. There was some minor traffic on the way out of Los Angeles. And then we had to drive through Mordor. The Station Fire wasn't actually anywhere near the 15 (our home is much closer), but the wind was blowing the smoke east. And we hit Angeles National Forest right around sunset, to make the creepy even creepier. Somewhere around there, I had to switch from music to podcasts to keep myself from feeling disoriented.

We stopped in Barstow for dinner, but our first choice Bob's Big Boy was closed. It wasn't even late yet, but for some reason, they'd decided they should clean their carpets when we wanted a simple Big Boy Combo.

Rebuffed, wanting to get back on the road, and not wanting to spend much money, we stopped at Del Taco instead. We usually have good food there, but it wasn't so great then. So not great, in fact, that we had to pull over in Baker and at another rest area just a bit farther on so that Ojou could visit the restroom.

Eventually, we got to the hotel a little late, just after midnight, in fact. Ojou was still feeling shaky, but I called

hahathor to meet up for a quick hug and meet up. She gave me her room number, and since we were both on the second floor, I walked down the hall.

Until I ran into a wall. The number Hathor'd given me wasn't there. It turns out she was in a different Las Vegas Hilton Embassy Suites less than a mile away along the same road. We were in the wrong hotel. So we went to bed.

And sometime around five a.m., I got the same stomach trouble that Ojou'd had.

Tomorrow Never Comes . . .

ugh, food poisoning sucks

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