Interim Head Wears Red Pants, Part II

Yes indeed, it is that time of year when the fearless Head busts out the red pants.
This year, I had some accomplices.

It almost makes me sad that he'll be gone in a few months. Almost.



I got trashed. Then I apparently offended some folks. Then I went up to Stingy Landlord and bonded with him over the Mets. Then he brought up the heat. So I told him all about it. And the radiators that shoot out hot water and the problems with the shower. He pretended to be shocked. The whole time his Social Climbing Wife was tugging at him to leave. I guess I'm not high class enough to bother to schmooze with me.

Ah well, I closed the party down and then continued the drinking at another venue.