phraktyl

Ack! I have a friend coming over for New Years tomorrow and my area of the house is a complete disaster. Kids toys everywhere, much trash to be sorted and disposed of, and along the order of 55 loads of laundry to attend to (okay, that number may have been in ASCII...).

On top of that, I am supposed to meet my brother to exchange some books with him tomorrow morning. He (Kevin) and his wife (Jaynie) are only down here for another couple of days until they fly back up to Portland. I'm thinking that is going to have to wait for Saturday.

Kevin, Jaynie and I ate at the Yardhouse for dinner. The Yardhouse is one of the few places I know of in OC to get a decent beer. Of course by "decent" I mean at a minimum you shouldn't be able to see through it, and it should preferrably be black enough to suck the light around it in to create an area of deep shadows around it. I normally go for a Youngs Oatmeal Stout, but today I went for the Anchor Porter and Kevin had the Bayhawk Chocolate Porter, both of which were quite tasty.

I should really stop whipping my neck around to pop it---it's going to get stuck like that one day.

Must get sleep, for tomorrow I will become a much less macho version of Mr Clean!