Sadness and strangeness

I wound up going to Steve's Super Bowl party after all. It was a pretty happy occasion until the end, when the Seahawks lost. I'm not much of a Seahawks fan myself, but some of the people there were big fans of our northern cousins. In a way, it's better this way, because we didn't have to deal with excessive drunken celebrations. Yeah, call me a party pooper.

One of the guys at the party said that he heard someone else had disappeared, like how Patty did. He didn't know the details, so we didn't know if he was making it up to scare people or whether it really happened. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough....