Things went until the wee hours of the morning (I having just arrived home safely with Mr. Waller whom I will be taking home tomorrow) and the party died a natural death. When I left,
The late-night silliness was accented by Minneapolis' finest pulling over someone with whom they were very upset right in front of Toad Hall. There were five police cars and several officers, at least one of which was toting a shotgun, who had decided that the occupants of a late-model white sedan were not to their liking. Said occupants (appearing to be white males in their 20s), were handcuffed and placed in the squad cars while pretty much everything, and I mean everything, was taken out of their car. I saw a gas can and jumper cables on the pavement and the cops were going through things with flashlights like they had a purpose.
Fortunately, I was parked on 35th and did not have to run the gauntlet of parked police cars. Before long here, I will be waking up Ericka to have her take her medication and will be going off to sleep. Hopefully,