Got up at 10:48.
Dreamed of watching The Sopranos (next week's episode where Tony strongarms his ex-mistress into silence) on a threadbare videotape that needed replacing.
Went shopping.
Dinner was spaghetti.
The dance party had a Mexican theme, so I wore a big cowboy hat. We did a casino with a sort of hat dance. I'm still not over my cold, so my energy was down. I brought the rest of the gingerbread. On the way home, someone posed for a picture with me because of my hat. (They thought I was an American tourist.) They had a limbo contest, but I quit after the second round even though I probably could have passed the third. On the other hand, I guessed right away that the sketch was of a Mexican on a bicycle (see from overhead).
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