Where the hell is your angel pointing?

Work was pleasently busy this evening. It would have been utter chaos without Chris watching my back. Chris- you da man.Come home to find my mom asleep in the living room, my godfather (Gerry) barely speaking, my godmother (Annie) as plastered as they come, and Jon trying desperately to clean dishes while listening to Annie say some mean things that she maybe shouldn't. But hey. In the stupor of alcohol, one's true opinions are made known, yeah? Looks like they had a good night. I am not sure which is more amusing- to have been here watching the progression of the evening, or to come home at quarter after twelve and find it this way.Maybe getting my motorscooter tomorrow. Cheers to that, anyway.I think cheers has been said enough in this house tonight to go just fine without me saying it again.Happy one-o-five in the morning on the tenth of october.