a day of nothing but bar food
Last Thursday I woke up late and so had to go to work with no breakfast, other than incidental shower water I consumed. It was a busy day, and I had my interview for a new position, and so it worked out that I had nothing to eat when I walked out of there at four in the afternoon. I put out a call to a friend I hadn’t seen in a while to see if he wanted to get together for a drink.
Then I remembered I hadn’t eaten anything all day. So on the way home I got off the MAX at McCormick and Schmick’s and treated myself to a porter and one of their $2 cheeseburgers.
I got back to my apartment a little after five o’clock, and had just sat down when my friend called me back. He was downtown, and would love to go to happy hour. And that’s how I ended up at the Green Papaya a half hour later with Chad, drinking a Thai cocktail and munching on curry salmon skewers.
We talked and caught up on a few things, and when I got home I relaxed, knowing that I was in for the night.
Until my friend Barb the Hot Gresham Cop called. She and a friend were headed downtown to get a drink; would I like to join them? Sure, I said, even though they were going to a bar I had sworn to destroy.
So that’s how I wound up at the Thirsty Lion. And then, following up on an earlier promise, we moved our party over to Ringler’s Pub and sat with the rest of the crew, drinking more beer and eating more bar food.
I swear, I’m not normally this popular. It just worked out this way.
