On a lark I texted an old coworker of mine about having some lunch. I was eyeballing Bomb Digg's super foodie-awesome-mac-and-cheese but the response was to head to some place called "B&G"s a few blocks further up Dodge. yeah.. not doing that again. The food was unimpressive, but the retro atmosphere was handsomely complemented by the conversation. Seriously - it's not possible my buddy could have studied up on the exact conversation from a year, two, and three years back. Damn near verbatim! It was super spooky. Christopher Walkin - check. Bitch'n about the Rich'n? Check. Bitch'n about the Skeletor? Check. It literally is the same bitch I thought would have ended after our... untimely permanent vacations but shit, I guess not.

I think I won't be doing that again for a while.. ugh.

Of course this might be all miscolored (though probably not) by my non hungover Tuesday self. Yeah... the first time in three grips that I didn't go out Monday night.. I was feeling tired and just sat watching some tv, chatted with a sister or two, and went to bed. Super duper strange. Though things are in the mix for guest bartenders, of sorts, and I am totally not giving up the cat from the bag on that one.