Send Off

Not one of my more standard Thursdays, but a memorable one, so here we go....I leave work about 4:45 to check out the BBQ at the park across the street. Corona and burger in hand, I make some small talk and chat with this Title Rep who I've known for a few months. From there, I meet Lo at my place and we head up to the city so I can introduce him to the LoveShack. It's Thursday night, so despite the fact that Hessica is a troll and has gone off to Marin for some sort of nonsense, Lo and I head Colibri.

The bartender Adrian is finally back after about two weeks of not seeing him, and he keeps us tasting and testing throughout our margaritas and guacamole. We get to try Mezcal, a jalapeno margarita and Lo gets a taste of the Herencia. They've got a Cointreau event going on so we get free hats as well as samples of their margarita. We also get a picture taken with our free spiffy hats on, which I'm looking for somewhere in the reaches of the internet right now.

From there it's back to the apartment where we decide we're going to get into some Beirut. After Lo demolishes me in the first game (final score 4-0), I beat him twice in a row and am well on my way to my third straight victory when I get a call from the BBQ title rep inviting me over. I think this sounds like a fantastic idea and jump in my car, only to find upon arriving that not only are there some circumstances I was unaware of that would have saved me a trip, but that she's 34 and living at home with her parents. I am sufficiently freaked out by all of this, and despite her telling me to wait in her room while she gets something out of her car, I'm at the front door before she gets back inside.

Given that the lake house is looming, E tells me to come up to the I so he can send me off properly. I park around 11:30 and as I walk up, there's 4 guys standing outside. They offer me free admission if I give one of them a dollar. I ask why I would do that when I can get in for free. They tell me there's no way I can get in for free so I ask them if they want to bet. I quickly have four guys telling me they'll bet 10 bucks each that I can't get in. I say, "alright, 40 bucks, you all in?" They all agree and I walk up to the door, Lonnie the bouncer sees me and let's me in and E's right inside. Not surprisingly, all 4 of these jackasses refuse to pay up, but hell, it was more about proving I could than actually taking their money. E's in fine form, and after some general carousing and merriment, including a sip of brandy, most rare for me, it's already 2 and the bar is closed. I wonder how I got here on a Thursday night.

Jack in the Box open 24 hours a day? Bet your ass that's saved my stomach more than once from curling up on itself and devouring me whole the next morning. A sourdough jack, bacon cheddar potato wedges and a steak sirloin breakfast burrito put me to bed nicely. And E has properly sent me off.