A lame day was followed by a fun fire pit hang out at Anders' and Emily's place. All was going well except Head decided that the party wasn't going his way and threw a fit. He got his laptop, played his Michael Jackson CD, and became sullen. He was barking at The D' and making irrational demands. There was terse discussions that lead to the all too familiar party-buzz-kill from those talks. He wanted to pick a fight and I am certain he probably did before the night was out.

As it was Head was able to access the internet and proceeded to play the Martin Luther King Jr 'I have a Dream' speech, but with laptop speakers it was not so well heard. This pissed him off more so he played Bob Marley. The party goers couldn't hear it and were not aware of this seething importance and Head started cracking on people there under his breath. The Dylan was poo-poo'ing him to calm him down. The D said it was time to leave, at Head's request, only to be barked at for leaving too soon/suggesting it and then capitulating and waiting. Literally it was D's fault for wanting to leave and not wanting to leave simultaneously.

Beginning rumblings were made about it's always Head's fault (he's the victim) - not a good sign.

Grand statements were uttered about us not understanding the significance of the 'I have a Dream' speech let alone that Head was not the center and provider of a "fun time". It was indeed one of "those nights".

I would have figured such nonsense of having to ram-rod a good time according to Head's current criteria were over. No, not so much. It's as if he needs to impress upon everyone else that he is indeed what makes things fun and brings it all together. Let's forget the palpable rage towards D and the awkward silence after each incident. The half looks across to people that know them - steeling themselves for the inevitable fight between brothers.

There is no relaxing. There is no just chilling. Things must be done to his standards or shit will fly. Everyone can't hear Marley? Then people must sing it. If you talk instead of sing that's a fail. If we decided that music is not needed and Head decides otherwise - fail. This of course gets all wrapped back into the "Glen Beck" folk for not understanding the significance of today. Really? That's the end game, cover it all, argument for such a well worn path? Wow.

Regardless those three leave, I depart later, and head home. It was found out that we are *not* moving code tonight so I head out to find Luke. Luke was chipper and had nothing but positives about his family. Andrea was seeming better than her scare and down cast self from the previous night. Eventually Paul the Cook and I got wrapped into this bachelorette party (yes I bought Boss and the Bride-to-Be shots), chatted with them for a long time outside, and promised Boss that I would show up to her place later after I got the bar situated and closed down.

I call them 30 minutes later, get drunk directions, fail to find that party of tail (Paul left with them) and went home. Dear me... what a night.