When MisunderstoodGirl annouced that it was "pouring down snow" I thought it was a pretty odd thing to say.
After driving home in the stuff I can't think of a better way to describe it.
I haven't driven through snow this heavy since I experienced some blow-back in Juneau, Alaska, 10 years ago, and that wasn't officially snow at all.
Snow was piling up on my windshield faster than my wipers could take it off.
But anyway, I obviously made it home, and here I sit.
I had pretty much decided that I wasn't going to Rich O's tonight. The dreadicipation (I just coined that word) was giving me an actual anxiety attack. I was freaked out about the Gravity Head (Rich O's strong beer festival) crowds, I was paranoid about the numerous times I'd been quizzed about my plans for the night, I had gotten to the point where I could only imagine the worst possible outcome if I went to the bar.
While I was quietly having a nervous breakdown at home, however, two things happened.
First, RealTrainGirl contacted me and promised to be my rock if the Gravity Head crowd started to get to me.
Second, if you think I'm going to write about what was second you're wrong. Let's just say that my full Moon theory has been blown to bits.
So I ended up braving Rich O's, getting there at about 10:00.
The place was pretty damned crowded, though it wasn't as bad as I'd feared. I'd had the good timing to arrive when the island was unoccupied so I grabbed a seat and RealTrainGirl and MisunderstoodGirl joined me.
To drink, all I had was a couple pints of NABC's new Noble Smoker. I really like it, and I didn't feel at all like experimenting with any other beer. Not tonight anyway.
We ended up staying until 12:30 or so. RealTrainGirl once again impressed me with her ability to drink. MisunderstoodGirl did not emanate a "fuck you asshole" vibe, so that was good.
I had a good night. Much better than it would have been if I'd shut myself in a closet and sucked my thumb at home, as was my original plan.
Oh, yeah. RealTrainGirl told me a little bit of gossip that I found intriguing, and she also agreed with me that a certain dipshit must have been lying to me when he told me that TrainGirl didn't remember me. I of course knew that already, but it was nice to have a second opinion.