Urff.

I may have just the smallest hangover.

I may have toasted “not having cancer” one or four times too many.

At least I did remember the lesson that whiskey hurts way less in the morning than the equivalent amount of beer. I could do with another two or seven hours of sleep, but the headache’s not all that bad really, compared to some of the hurling mornings-after that I remember from my wilder years. Well, wilder year (singular) really. 30 was a good one!

Anyway, since we were at a fancy-pants brew pub, I thought I give it a good college try and have a fancy-pants beer. Nope, still don’t like fancy beers. I’m doomed to be a cheap beer date for the rest of my life. I can live with that.

Our friend Mel didn’t come, so it was just me and Marci. (Hi Marci! *Waves*) We met Jeff and hung out with some of his regular entourage. He’s moved Redneck Karaoke night to this new place, which is nice and all and has a much higher tooth to person ratio but doesn’t seem to have the number of cowboy hats that I like in a bar. It wasn’t packed, but it was fun. I became my usual mellow grinning drunk. No, I did not sing. There doesn’t exist enough alcohol in the world to make me sing karaoke. I pass out long before that point.

I did learn that I’m not as anonymous as I’d like to think, driving around town. Someone said that he’d been waving to me for years, but apparently I’ve been my oblivious self that whole time. He even knew that I switched trucks. Hmm. Might be the giant antlers pasted on my windows. After all, I recognize other people’s logos, and that is what it’s there for. I should pay attention, I guess. The things you learn in bars.

All in all, a nice night. I needed that!

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