Went out to dinner tonight, with Rob & Jen. Rob was at the Yankees game last night. Bastard :-) He was still worse for wear. My mother said her whole office was exhausted too and management told everyone to go home at 4pm :-)
In totally unrelated news, I'm very proud of myself. My nails are now long enough that I have to remember to type with the pads of my fingers and not the tips. For a lifelong nail-biter/compulsive nail cutter/anti-girly person, this is an achievement. I'm actually going to go get a manicure tomorrow. For $10 at the local Angel Tips, it's worth it. They'll file them down to the same length, and anyway, I'm incapable of polishing my own nails. I have fairly narrow nail beds, so a single correctly applied stroke of the brush can cover the whole nail plus the skin to either side. I'm also not very good at painting with my left hand :-) I'll just get them done one color, though; a French manicure would be trop Long Island JAP. Plus, my nails aren't quite that long, yet. ;-) (For the men reading, a French manicure is pale pink base coat with a white stripe across the tip, so it looks like a stylized version of a natural nail.)