Last night was my Thursday.
Last night was my Thursday. You know how people tend to go out on a Thursday because "fuckittomorrow'sFriday"? Well, I took tomorrow off because we close on the house, so last night was kinda like my Thursday. I picked up EL right after work and we went down by the Alley to Birraporetti's for an early dinner. We met up with Joe, Dirk, and Vance at Blanco's on the way home. It was open mic and there were a few amateur talents in there, but it was mostly noise. EL annihilated everyone at the pool table. We were all set to head home relatively early after a fun evening with friends. My new cell phone plan with Sprint (coincidentally another word besides Suck that starts with an S) has this ever-growing-less-amusing way of sending my calls to voicemail without ringing my phone. It doesn't happen all the time, just regularly enough to piss me off. Anyhoo, some old hair-band days friends of Harry's were playing at The Tavern (West Gray) and he wanted us to meet up with him. Had I received the call when it was placed and not some hours later, I would not have hesitated, but now the option meant staying out late on a work night... yadda yadda yadda... I suddenly felt old. Really old. I used to stay out late all the time. I used to sleep 3 or 4 hours a night and function the next day without any problem. I'm not that man anymore. However, I did have that "fuckittomorrow'sFriday" card in my back pocket (even though it wasn't technically, but we've covered that) that was heating up. So off we went to The Tavern. We had an excellent time and it was great to see Harry again. Despite all the unplanned drinking and loss of sleep, I feel great this morning and am soooooo ready for the weekend. I hope everything goes smooth tomorrow at closing and we can sail through the weekend as new home owners. It's much easier to motivate to pack when you know you have a place to live when the move begins.
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