Pregiving

I finally managed to clean up some - vacuumed again, both to try to get the fleas and to take care of some of the gnats in the kitchen. Obviously took care of the dishes, since we'd need them this evening, emptied the trash and the budding beer box fort again. Tim came over around 2:30 to start cooking, we took Pupple for a walk around 4:30, Julian drove past, grumpy, but backed off from it and came with us. He thought it was hilarious that I was walking shirtless, but I don't really think it should appear unusual to anyone. Maybe it's just a SoCal thing? He went to hang out with Terry and Luke after. I guess he and Terry made up. Suits me fine, gave us space to finish dinner. Tim needed a couple things from the store so we hopped over to snag them, but I still forgot to bring the bags to recycle. Not like they're going to go bad. JJD asked what he could bring, and while I initially told him to bring whatever booze he wanted to drink, since I haven't gotten around to restocking my bar still, Tim brought some wines, and I thought that covered it plenty. We started out by the pool, and it was a really nice time, but then Dorota pointed out the No Food in the rules on the gate. Frustrating, but I get it. The rules are for the lowest common denominator, and even completely sober people can trip and spill things. Though now that I think of it, couldn't you just remove the stuff and let the filter take care of the rest? No clue, but we moved everything inside again. Warm night for it, especially given all the cooking Tim did, but the animals kept themselves segregated better than I would have thought. Pupple stayed on his leash by the kitchen, Julian's kids hung out on the couch and by his stuff, Lady Miss Friday stayed in her room. I talked about weed with JJD, though I broke the lid to my dab pen when trying to show him how it works. We chatted extensively about music, the upcoming talk show, and work. Colleen hung out for a bit even after JJD left, and Phyllis sent her a message. When everyone's shock wore off, it was just to check on her after the debacle with Jared, wish her well. Given what it took to get me off the battlefield, I can't imagine what this means for the two of them. Julian stayed up with me a bit longer, and he very strangely tried to patronize me. Made fun of me for yawning, pointed out that he worked all day, but when I pointed out that I cleaned and cooked all day, jumped into sarcasm about what a poor baby I am. He tried a couple times but I shut it down. I'm imagining he saw Terry or Luke do it and wanted to be like the cool kids. I was trying to stay up with him but was also very stoned, so he told me to crash around 11.