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Saturday, February 19, 2005

New Picture, etc.

Yup. I finally put a new, more recent picture of myself in my profile. What do you think?

I had an interesting Friday night. Met up with one of my CPs for a night of drinks and live rock n' roll. I got to the bar first, and immediately knew something wasn't right. The parking lot was too empty and the bar's neon was off. Uh-oh.

Immediately called the CP I was meeting and told her what I was seeing. She thought I was joking at first, as her husband had made a comment about the bar being closed earlier in the week, and I'd called the bar to make sure they were open. Anyway, I caught a guy who'd spoken to a bar employee, and found out the bar was closed that night, but would reopen the following day. Phooey. That wasn't going to do us much good.

When my CP arrived, we stood in the parking lot and tried to decide what we'd do next. Neither of us are major party animals, and our knowledge of decent bars is minimal. In other words, we were lost. She called her husband for suggestions. His suggestion was we go someplace open. Big help. *g*

Anyway, we ended up going to a local large country bar. The night kind of started out bad, but improved. And I somehow managed to earn the description of "mean redneck". Poor little short fat guy (his description of himself, although I do concur) didn't endear himself to my CP, and he seemed to take great glee in insulting me. Good thing I've got thick skin.

The night didn't turn out too badly, but I still wish that first bar had been open. Ah, hell. At least I got to line dance. Haven't done that in years.

1 Comments:

  • Thanks, Teresa!

    And if you want, I'd certainly try to get that picture for you. *g*

    By Blogger Lynn, at 11:24 PM  

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