My drive down started a bit bumpy. I hit every conceivable light. After 1/2 an hour, I was only through Chevy Chase. When I spotted the Cathedra, I realized that I made a horrid mistake. I had taken Connecticut, then cut over on Jones Bridge to catch Wisconsin. Stupid me, I needed to stay on Connecticut, as the Red line jumps streets. Eventually I went my way over to the East, and somehow find Dupont Circle. Rather than find New Hampshire coming off Dupont, I discovered most every other road. I finally did find New Hampshire at the appropriate block, and so came to Catherine's little apartment block.
Catherine has two very nice kitties, named Cleopatra and Ramsese. In fact, Ramsese came right over onto my lap and expected worship. Ah, friendly cats. I had forgotten how nice they are.
We spent the evening playing Aquarius on the coffee table. There were five of us all told: myself, Catherine, Lorraine, Michael, and Vicky.
Once the festivities wrapped up, I dropped Michael at his corner, Lorraine at her's, the trapsed back up Connecticut to home. It's a fine night.