Just one of those days, redux

So now it's Tuesday.

I hitched a ride with Scott Rolston, the soon-to-be outgoing econ officer, to the sunset bar. Katherine was waiting there.

An after work beer at the sunset bar.

Followed by another.

Then, a guy named Peter, who works at the Mekong River Commission, arrived. The MRC is a multi-lateral agency formed by the countries that the Mekong flows through, sans China, to try to present a united front against China in discussions about how development along the river should be managed. The reality is that China has so far not cared what Laos, Thailand, Burma, Cambodia and Vietnam has to say.

So we had another beer.

Then another Peter showed up and brought a couple of bottles of wine (yes, strange at the sunset bar, but whatever) in honor of Rolston, who is leaving at the end of the month.

So a bottle of wine was opened.

Then another.

Now time for dinner, Katherine and I went to La Terrasse with Rolston, who thought that a caraffe (however you spell it) of red was in order. Katherine did her best to drink for two, which is to say didn't drink nearly enough, or more specifically, not at all.

Now we are home. It's a Tuesday night, and I'm wondering where exactly I left my brain.