In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
Awesomeness.
For the record, I got into Boston to meet Rich, Manda, and Andrew late, after a very slow drive through Wellesley traffic and ending up at Riverside instead of any slightly farther along green line stop, and after having shaved in the shower in a fashion that was much remarked upon. I don't think there are pictures.
(Resolved: shave with plenty of time and take the commuter rail, however empty the schedule.)
First attraction, Onward Toward Calgary, a very funny, very crazy film.
Cathy came over after her work Friday and brought the razor that I left in her car last Sunday (which even my slow-growing facial fur is very much missing, since I didn't even use it at the Cape).
I was still finishing up on a site that was launching, and then I realized my way of theming forms broke their submission, and had to fix that right away. Cathy did the invitation cards for Steph's bachelorette party in the meantime, and I finally took a shower. (Still didn't shave though.)
travel game
Homefries played it with others going to a queer prom, and shared it with us.
Someone starts singing a song, and anyone else can take over by singing a different song (no repeats) that they are reminded of
We added the concept of a challenge-- are those songs really connected? Of course, we accept any answer, and no one keeps score...
Jeff tended to add backup bass or other vocalizations to good songs, and we'd all sing along sometimes.