After debating with myself all day about whether or not to go to last night's SFWA cocktail party, I gave in and went. Why not? I was all dressed up.

After waiting outside the Society of Illustrators building for █████ for about 15 minutes, I called her cell phone and left her a message saying I was cold and going inside, so look for me there. That was about 7:40. After half an hour inside (and realizing I was getting NO SERVICE on my cell phone), I slipped outside to call █████. And found her outside, waiting in the cold. Where she'd been for half an hour. She'd gone inside, but been told by one of the three or so people keeping the guestlists that I hadn't checked in yet.

Cretin. I'd been checked in by someone different, with her own copy of the guestlist.

█████ and I had a great time anyway, but I've learned my lesson about not drinking water on the side. I sprang wide awake and shrieking at six this morning with a horrendous cramp in my right calf. █████ massaged it well, but my calf is still sore and I'm favoring the damn leg just a bit.