thank you bartender, for the best years of my life

I had such fun last night. Work was deadly slow, and the carpet contractors walked out on the job. It took them three days to lay about thirty square feet of carpet, which is just wrong. Amy, Ryan and I played catch for a time in all the empty space. George dropped by with an unexpected Christmas present. Ahh games to suck up my time.

I've decided Hole in the Wall is my new favorite place. Triggerhappy and Stickpony, both bands my coworkers play in, opened up for the Meat Purveyors last night. Great fun, great fun. Brit introduced me to some of his friends, and I talked about Russian literature in this smoky, guitar-filled bar. It's a dream come true. Emily declared the Half Price Books babes to be Stickpony groupies, so I bought Brit a beer. I also punched my supervisor's boyfriend, because he was teasing me about being short.

Another joyous part of the evening, Melynda is finally back in town. She cut her hair, and looks so lovely. I walked down to Metro to meet her after the show, and to clear my head of the gin. We caught up, I showed her my tattoo, we bought the right kind of cable to watch DVDs on her PS2, and today we're going to be lazy. Perhaps we'll eat out to celebrate.

One of my favorite songs from last night, by Stickpony. I fairly certain that is how it goes.
Thank you bartender,, for the best years of my life
Where are my car keys, where is my wife?
No sir, I'm only joking
I don't even have a sweetheart
The days seem to stall out before they even start

i love this song

It's Friday night
I'm getting drunk
Gonna be myself or die

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Watching Ten Things I Hate About You with Melynda, and realizing I would fall for anyone who would sing to me.