Later on we ran into my old friend Sparky. I always run into him at the oddest places/times.
I complained that we weren't going to be enjoying tentacles snaking out of the shadows. Sparky replied that it depends upon which bar we hit.
A few pints of beer later and I'm ready to hit the sack. I think I'll read myself to sleep with pleasant nightime stories of Nyarlathotep. Nothing like a big helping of Old Ones to firmly fix a smile on one's face while dreaming.
(Has anyone else noticed that LJ is not emailing comments? Grr ...)