Evening out

Feb 22, 2014

My wife and I went out to the theater and then to a bar with friends last night. Got dressed up in a suit I haven't worn in a year! The show was fab, our seats were front row. That's how we roll. After the show, we hit up a brewery with some of my wife's friends. (Confession: I love beer. I think beer makes the world go 'round. I brew my own beer, I like going to weird beer festival things, and I subscribed to a magazine all about beer. The fact that I can't drink beer anymore makes me profoundly sad.)  Anyway, we were there, surrounded by delicious beer, and I ordered a damn decaf coffee. The poor server looked at me like I was a loon, and about 40 minutes later brought me the saddest cup of forgotten yesterday's coffee ever. I had a sip or so of that, and a sip or so of the cocktails folks were passing around - nothing bad happened. It almost felt normal. 

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