Anyway, the point is that failure is worse than frostbite, and yesterday we had both. Today we were victorious. Hooray!
And now I apparently have to pack up all my stuff and hide it in the locked project manager's room, because they're having an open house and they're concerned that the townsfolk will steal things. They're hiding their laptops and their CDs, as well. (Why let people in the house at all, then? I don't know.)
And then they're kicking us out, so Faya and I have to spend the two hours of the open house in the restaurant across the street. Sigh.
And then we're all going to a pub. Where Kiley will buy us drinks. I like this plan.