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After a grueling day yesterday, I stopped for a mani/pedi and then I met Scott for happy hour at the Armadillo Palace off Kirby. It was only my second time there and ironically, the first time was also with him. We talked a lot of shop before Georgia and her friends showed up followed by Barrett and Andy. I have to say that they serve some of the best restaurant nachos I’ve had in a long time. Yum. I don’t know what my deal is recently, but I’ve been on this nacho kick. “It’s nacho cheese! It’s nacho cheese!” After a couple of hours, Scott claimed he needed to go home, so we all started to leave. I announced that I was stopping at Blanco’s Bar and Grill to see my old friends and coworkers because I knew they’d be hanging out there last night. Next thing I know, Barret, Andy, and had-to-go-home-Scott were all there with me. Joe, Dirk, John, and Andy (different Andy) as well as a gaggle of familiar faces from my old Blanco’s days were there sucking on barley pops. The place was packed, but it just kept getting busier and busier. By the time I left… much too late… it was more crowded than I’d ever seen it in all the years I’d been visiting from time to time. The only thing more amazing than the density of the crowd was that 70-ish percent of them were women and you had to really struggle to find one that was unattractive. What was this place? Where was my old, quiet, hidden gem of a icehouse? It had been invaded by second gen yuppies. Oh well, everything changes I suppose. Scott and I were the last to leave. Barrett lives close to midtown, so I stopped at his flat for some liver processing time before eventually driving home around 3:45 in the morning. Needless to say, I was hurting this morning. It wasn’t really a hang over as much as it was my body being pissed off at me for getting up and driving into the office on such little sleep. Recovery time exponentially increases with age. Indeed. Anyhoo, I was fortunate that one of my afternoon meetings canceled on me due to an unexpected delivery. One of the key participants apparently had a wife that leaked a baby, so I got to drive back to the home office and finish out the day working with bare wiggly toes in shorts instead of prim and proper business attire. Yay me. Now that the work day is over and the weekend is here, I need to catch up on R&R. I’ll let you know how that works out.