My PIC was part of an event at the local bookstore yesterday, giving a short introductory talk on the topic at hand (UFOs, of course! 
), after which a local author read a couple of pages from his newly released book about an alien invasion.
While the bookstore claimed to have ordered copies of my PIC’s book 3 weeks ago, they unfortunately hadn’t arrived in time 
. A student a cappella group performed 3 space-themed songs, the author did a book-signing afterwards, and I got TF outta there to catch the second set of one of my friends, who was performing at a pub downtown, and to get our order of yet another delightfully slutty double stack cheeborger in before 8pm, after which that bit of culinary magic is no longer available.
The boygah hit all the spots, my friend sounded great (unfortunately a very small crowd), and we grabbed a couple of drinks at the bar upstairs with friends. My first was a wonderful spritz with bublé, blood orange juice, and Campari.
Nice hump day.
