He Hasn't Dropped Them, Forgot Them, or Anything

R.I.P. Christopher Reeve. Today I want to believe in an afterlife, and I hope he's running marathons up there.

Bacchanal went by in a blur. I haven't heard the final numbers, but I'm confident we will be able to continue our scholarship program thanks to the auction. After working the event for three years, I'm starting to recognize the monied Cookevillians. Bacchanal Sunday should be called the "Lost Sunday" because when you start drinking wine at 11:30 am, by 6 pm you're ready for bed, or Thai food. We chose the latter.
We are fortunate to have a fairly decent Thai restaurant in our metropolitan Cookeville, but god knows how they stay in business. When our rowdy crowd arrived, there were two other occupied tables, one by Susan and her parents, one by Jasmin, Kyle, and his parents. We took up about three, so five tables, all craft center kids. When we left, another table had been taken on the patio...by John, Sarah, and Kristin. My classmates and I were the sum total of their Sunday night business. I'll bet pennies to pad thai that Applebee's was on a wait all night long.
Nashville Public Radio is doing a three-part series on Meth cooking in Tennessee this week, today's story was focused where? Cookeville? Shocking.