In Which Being Obsessed Saves Me From the Police...

[lagilman]

So, I got dragged away from my desk yesterday by a combination going away/birthdy/anniversary party -- a bonfire on a local beach. Hey, it's 45 degrees, perfect weather for hanging around outside eating and dancing and whatnot on the oceanfront.... And so it was. But after a few hours, I started to feel the pull of my desk (those ankle chains only stretch so far, y'know!). So I made my regrets and came home to poke at the revisions some more.

Discovered this morning that, a few hours after I left, the cops shut the party down. Fines (bonfire sans permit) for everyone! Been a long time since I was at a party the cops showed up at (uninvited, anyway).


And, as I finish up the revisions (shhhh, don't jinx it!) on Burning Bridges, I leave you with one last excerpt...

Sergei had waited all of ten minutes before Andre left before doing anything. Ten minutes, spent sitting, quietly, his hands folded in front of him.

Was Andre playing him?

Yes.

Was Andre lying to him?

No. Probably not. Most likely not.

Had Andre told him everything?

Assuredly not.

Did that change what he needed to do?

No.

Comments

[karenmiller.livejournal.com]

What? They fined the people who were there as guests, who had no responsibility for arranging permits? Bastards!

[lagilman]

nah, it was a group party, thrown FOR the celebrants, and everyone knew the risks going in....

(and the only people who got fined were the ones who handed their id over to the cops. The rest, I am told, melted away into the darkness, and came back to clean up afterward. Lawful lawbreakers, that's us.)

[karenmiller.livejournal.com]

So the deal was, it's better to ask forgiveness than permission? *g*

Or, yanno ... away? *ggg*