Mrs. JQP's Going Away Party. (Or, Lots Of Love On No Love Thursday; A Report From The Front Lines.)

Many requests have been made of this reporter to recount, analyze and ennumerate the events that transpired this past No-Love Thursday at the going away party for Mrs. JQP (aka Jodi.) I will attempt to recount, through the use of anecdotal reports, bar reciepts, and a slightly hazy recollection, just what the hell went on.

(To get a general idea of the theme of the evening, note my eyes in the first pic, and the grabbing of the maid-of-honor's breast in the 'serious' group shot in the second.)

On second thought....Stories of the road should stay on the road. But a word to the new promotions chick....NEVER institute an open bar with broadcasters, limit them to two drink tickets each, then walk away from the roll containing those tickets. Especially when the bartender is a fan of the stations....has already been tipped well....and gets paid by the hour. He doesn't care how long he works....how many tickets he takes...or how many drinks he pours. Just a pointer.

The party, scheduled for 6 to 8 on a school night, went until 10:30 at the original venue....and then continued in several of the roadhouses and bodegas of this fair city...unfortunately without this reporter, who bowed to the inevitable early morning by going home before 11. (What a drag it is getting old, as the Stones once sang.)

Everyone had a spendid time, by all accounts...and made it home safe and sound...although there are unsubstantiated reports that JQP missed a bit of his morning's appointments the next day....and it took two days for the maid-of-honor to contact me again.

I blame that on her hectic schedule, though. (slight cough...smiles.)