Made it back from my family reunion, yay, only minimal drunk republican moments. Gritted my teeth at hearing the "N" word some 12 times from my aunt, politely turned down about 30 offers of margaritas/beer/whiskey/poker for money (don't drink, don't carry cash). Made it back, went clubbing at Elysium. Nothing like three hours of dancing with people in latex and being surrounded by a crowd of Goths doing the pogo to "Dancing with Myself" to counteract two days of being stranded in Galveston with extended family. Damn, I'd forgotten how much I loved 80's night!