Bug sighting

taffbug was spotted at Vanguard last night. I asked her how she was holding up so far, and she laughed hysterically, albeit in a stolid, reserved, British way. And she hasn't even hit Vegas yet! Ah well, it's only a dream. Today the dream shifts to the Blue Star in Wallingford for an extra special buggy pubmeet.

Before the party last night, I had dinner at the New Orleans, hoping to say hi to Hazel. Found out her mother died recently of cancer, and Hazel's been out for over two months, first taking care of her and then grieving. I'll try calling her today. The couple who gave me the news are apparently longtime regulars at the bar. There is a mural on the wall that has both of them in it, as they proudly pointed out, and they said it's been there fifteen years. Oh, and there was also an awesome confrontation at the bar that ended with a waiter quitting in a huff. Good times in old town!