Superincumbent Chagrin
Yesterday afternoon became last night. It didn't happen in a premeditated or strategic methodology. It just was. Dinner in a sports bar is not my favorite spot to dine, but when it isn't your choice and the primary entrée is beer, it has to just do sometimes. A few hundred dollars in liquor later, we were at yet another sports bar. This one had a live band, so it was a step up. They attempted to cover vintage Toadies. "A" for effort is about as far as I can go. There can be only one. Like any native Texan, the obligatory drunken Whataburger ended the evening at late-thirty. I was/am hanging this morning in a not so happy way. My boss's boss called me an asshole before he said good morning when he arrived today. I guess that's what you get when you book an overnight stay at a remote site. TGIF peops... I'm ready for some weekend lovin'
Hmmm, I ended up in a sports bar last night too! The owly one. I cut myself off at two reebs though.
I forgot to comment on the Whataburger reference. It’s so true, about it being a common drunk food late night thing. I used to think it was just me. Though your affinity for all-night taquerias has me fairly won over. When I come see you we need to get good and hammered so’s to make the burrito milanese experience 100% full-on.
Friday night and I’m sitting here in my bro’s apartment. Hungry but not really wanting to move. Bored but not really wanting to do anything. Oh well. Five days to the light at the end of the tunnel.
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