Right, went to work because the thrice-damned staff at Robinsons was mean enough to demand that all promoters MUST turn up for work, or they'll un-display their shoes. Meaning that their company would not earn money then.

Robinsons closed at 6, giving me enough time to reach my aunt's house for the reunion dinner. It was a noisy enough affair, but hardly entertaining to me. Probably because the closest person to my age is my brother. My second brother had opted out of the dinner to go dating... Yeah, that sounds about fair.

Went home only at around 10... but we only live like 20 minutes away, so... nah, not much of a big deal.

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