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Here are some truths about my evening out last night.

1. The legendary steps at the Sportsman Grille are oddly frightening when one is having to resort to using one’s stunt liver.
2. The smoozing at the TPA legislative reception last night eventually made me lose oxygen to my head. I finally just had to go sit down and watch from a safe distance.
3. I never really have understood why one of my publishers has to remind me in public situations that he’s my boss. I sort of knew that. His name has signed my check for three years. This seems to be an annual ritual we have to go through. I need to start putting this shocking information in my agenda for this yearly reminder. And it really wasn’t any context to another discussion. Odd.
4. Bloggers are cool as are newly-bearded doctors of dogs.
5.  I probably talk entirely too much at times, fine friends. Sorry ’bout that.
6. Squirrel Queen made it. Woot.