Short Tuesday Night

The bell tolls for noon... I've already eaten. It's been a little bit busier of a morning. But anything to do would be a bit busier than the last couple days at work. Now I've got the gist of it all done, just waiting on a couple more exhibits from a client in Vancouver and I'll be good to go for the rest of the afternoon. So until then, I thought I would spend some time on Blogger and get some writing in.

Chris was in the mood for Snakebites last night and it all went a little pear shaped... only a little. Could have been worse. Chris had come upstairs looking for his Blackcurrant concentrate and my Sleeman's glass. The bastard had sort of woke me up as I was napping whilst watching the Blue Jays game on TV. But when he returned upstairs with a couple of refreshing beverages, I definitely woke up then.

Watching a little TV and growing in intoxication, we made up our minds to head over to the Yardhouse. Thankfully, we only stayed for $35 each... ha ha. Jen and Natasha came in and found us there and joined us for a couple. There was no rhyme or reason to the evening, just having a drink, because we could.

Unfortunately, I didn't have my camera on me, which kinda sucked. So, there's no illustration of the evening at all. I had left the camera at work last night on my desk. I didn't realize it until I got home when I was checking my pockets for stuff. I'll have it tonight for the ball game though... I'm pretty sure.

So yeah, ball game tonight... don't know if anyone is gonna come watch... I was trying to convince Chris to come out for the beer afterwards, but I'm realizing that it is the late game tonight and he might want to be home in good time for work in the morning. You know, I should be somewhat concerned about that as well, but I'm not really.

Well, my idea for a dry August (booze-wise) has already been finding difficulty... apparently, in the first weekend of August, the team will get together around Shank's North for an evening of beer, pool and what have you. Hmmmmm... hard to resist. Social outing... shouldn't drink... might though... don't know... ahhhhh!!

I'll keep the Tales posted... there's only 12 evenings left in July. Maybe I can drink myself sick of it all.