Blag-o-matic

So…Friday night…Went out with some work people for happy “hour”. We have this funny way of defining the word hour, where it can mean any amount of time up to a day it seems. Went to Marbar around 7ish. Everyone was complaining about the heat already, this was before the gates of Hell opened in Center City and unleashed the heat of doom<tm>. Marbar consisted of a bit of dinner, and more than a bit of drinking. After some amount of time we decided Irish Pub would be a fun idea. More drinking happened, met up with Tara, lost everyone else (I think Grant was abducted by aliens who forgot he came with a bag). 4am, I was in bed. All in all, great justice.