I left work pretty much on time for the first time in a long time. Dave G. and I went out to some hole in the wall. Never been there, most of the people were missing teeth, and we kind of were the only two relatively sober in the joint.
But we enjoyed some of our conversations with the random people.
Some dude named Nate offered me the opportunity to poke him in his glass eye. And yes, he was missing a lot of his teeth. I respectfully declined, though I secretly wanted to give poking that eyeball a try.
Some random biker bought us drinks. This guy was pretty ballsy...riding that thing in this cold weather. No clue who he was, other than some badass in leather, but he was nice. He seemed to have all his teeth, so I was....well I guess I was disappointed.
Then, I came home. It was a nice time out. But I have gone way past overdoing it many times, so calling it a night was a good thing.
It was a good thing for a bigger reason than simply not overdoing it.
I had a pretty nice conversation with one of my favorites on this planet. Ms. Leslie Hall. She's gotta be one of greatest people.
Thanks for the chat, dear. You made me feel special!
Oh, and Salsa rocks like nobody's business.
