I think I must be weird or something. I think this because I realized yesterday afternoon that I actually like getting my teeth cleaned. I like the picking, and the scraping, and I even like the polish thingy.
Anyway, after my dentist appointment I took a nap, then at around 8:30 I went to Rich O's.
The place was completely packed with strangers and assholes, so I turned around and left immediately. I stood out in the parking lot and tried to decide what I should do. I could just go back home because I was pretty tired after all. I could go over to The Pub in Louisville and have some of their yummy Newcastle. I briefly considered then dismissed the idea of going to The BBC for some of their yummy porter.
In the end, all of those options seemed like too much trouble, plus my sister had told me that she might come to Rich O's, so I went back in.
For a while I just stood at the end of the bar and had Smithwick's (1172), then some strangers left the bar so I sat there and had another Smithwick's (1192).
I talked to no corporeal beings all night, even when people would come up to me I did my best to shoo them away. It was not a night for socializing.
My last two beers were in the form of bottled Newcastle (2452.) Both were absolutely yummy.
In retrospect, I should have just stayed home last night. The entire night was a waste. Even the ghost couldn't bring me out of my funk.