Had a nice, but bittersweet, farewell at Kwagga tonight.  It was really good to see some old friends one last time before I leave for who knows how long.  I know I wallowed in a fair amount of self-pity these past few months, but lately I’m reminded that there are folks out there who do care.

We had a very nice turnout tonight. Folks said goodbye to me and we all said our goodbyes to Kwagga Sports Pub, closing for good on the 15th.

Kwagga’s proprietors, Ben and Dirk. Sad to see their business fail, but they gave it a shot and made some friends along the way.

Well, it is after midnight and my alarm is set for 0400.  We’ll see how that works out.  I’m a little concerned that I’m growing stupid lately.  I had the microwave incident this afternoon, and tonight I got almost all the way home from Kwagga when I realized I didn’t have my darts.  So I turned around and went back to get them.  When I got to the bar I went back to the table where I had left them and they were gone.  I was thinking “oh shit, someone has stolen my darts!”.  And then I noticed they were securely fastened to my belt where they had been all along.

Damn, maybe all I’m qualified to be is a Wal-Mart greeter.  Here’s hoping the stupid wears off soon.