I don't know why I ended up going to Rich O's last night. I mean, I've skipped the last two Fridays at least, and it hasn't killed me. It's been nice actually. Because I didn't have to worry about being too disappointed if certain people didn't show up.
I don't know why I ended up going last night, but I did. I remember dreading it, both during the drive, and when I was looking for a parking spot. I had to park on Mars, so that was a bad sign.
The place was crowded as fuck. It took me at least five minutes to walk the ten feet between the front door and the entrance to Rich O's proper. Then, when I finally got there, I was blocked by a solid wall of people. It was standing room only in there. Strangers all over the fucking place.
But wait!
My sister's husband Kenny was part of the solid wall of people! My sister Dina was there too! Yay!
They were, as it turned out, celebrating this one blonde chick's birthday.
Anyway, I'm rambling.
After a year or so, I made it through the throng to the bar and I ordered a Brownings Bourbon Imperial Stout (82). I also talked to GlassesGirl. I hadn't seen her in months, so that was nice. Dina and I stood around for a while until some dude left the kiddie table, then we sat there and talked. I decoded a couple of my recent blog entries for her, because I guess I confuse her sometimes.
After a while the strangers left the living room area, so Kenny and the rest of Dina's group took over that area. I eventually moved to the throne.
I ordered another Brownings (98) but I didn't quite finish it.
Oh yeah, there was a smoldering hot girl ordering a growler of Arrogant Bastard, and I went up and talked to her for a while.
She ended up taking a raincheck. Oh well.
After Dina and crew left I had a Diet Coke, then I went to White Castle and then came home.
I woke up at 4:00 this morning, very dehydrated.
