Welcome to the Kiln

Well, Lecram wants us all to blog about SSM's welcome home party, which occurred without the inconvenience of having to wait for SSM to actually come home.
Sure, I'd like to write about it, but I can't remember it. The only thing I know is what I see in the photos here- I vaguely recall my platypus message,
and I do distinctly remember that was before the "You were gone?" sign even showed up, giving me a continuing motif for the event. But the next thing I knew, it was late last night, and I woke up drenched with sweat. Sure, it's been recored-breakingly hot here lately (101 yesterday!! May 18th!! It's absolutely insane!!!!), but this was the sweat of a sticky, continuous, tropical heat. The moon shone through a heavy haze, dimly illuminating my surroundings as my bleary eyes reluctantly went back to work. As it turns out, I was laying in a fetal position on the deck of an ocean freighter near Singapore, wearing a bowling shirt which sported the name "Cuban Pete". Next to me was a large man named Ibrahim, who smiled and said, "Looks like Mr. 7-10 Split's finally awake." Without going into more details, let's just say I'm posting this from an internet cafe on Bali, and I really want to come home.