Not. Enough. Sleep. or Wow. Whatalotta. Fun.

I'm not old dammit. I just apparently can't stay out till 3 a.m. on a Wednesday night and be expected to be real enthusiastic about coming in to work the next morning.

So yeah, a bunch of SWABbers got together at Castro and Market last night and we partied down. I wore a hodgepodge of clothing (and got a ticket later from the Fashion Police), and Roommie came dressed as Jackie O. Frost, without the frost. Maggie was dressed as a Hot Dog on a Stick girl and Brian was a corn dog. Jish was a jester of sorts, and Tim put on a wig and came as a mullet-headed rocker. Amit was a beatnik, and Ed came as preacher from The Night of the Hunter, while Tom dressed as a street performer, with guitar and portable amp. Geno made a short appearance, but left too soon for me to talk to him or really see what he was dressed up as. Bill showed up, which was very cool, and I met George, who seems like someone I'd like to know. We saw Scott and Megan early on, but lost them once we entered the crowd, which was unfortunate - Megan brought pumpkin favors, which made everyone happy who got one. And finally, Evan dressed up as a sperm and took many pictures throughout the evening.

I mentioned to someone that I live in Mountain View and they said that I need to move to San Francisco. If I continue to party up there, I just might. Being the designated driver and having to drive an hour to get home makes for a very tired me. For the first time since grad school (and I only did it for one semester while there) I am going to have to rely on caffeine to get me through today.

Hopefully we'll have those pictures very soon (ahem, ahem).