After a somewhat stressful and just plain crummy week my plans for Friday were to paint the garage to match the new siding. When I woke up yesterday and turned on the news a Miller Lite commercial was on. Hmmmm, I thought that would be good tonight. Then on my way to work I was almost run off the road by a Miller Lite truck. This must be an omen I thought to myself. But no, I will go home after work and begin the painting of the garage as planned. On my way home it started to rain. I called the husband and inquired as to if I could take him out for a pizza and beer. No arm twisting was involved so the plan was made. Our job was to pick up my brother K on the way to meet his wife there. I have to think that he was also "ready" for a beer as he was standing on the corner of the main street by his house. Apparently he didn't want to waste any time. The local pub had it's few regulars but it was not necessary to call ahead for reservations as plenty of seats were open. Pizza was good, mushrooms were good, I could not find my nitche last night though. The beer did not taste as planned. The former owners ( gotta love them) kept their beer extremely cold, this guy must be on an energy savings plan. I deceided to try Absolute Mandarin Vodka with sour (not recommended) then with sweet ( to sticky) and switched to Mike's Cranberry (not doing a thing). I came to the conclusion that it was me and went to ice water. I don't think I was the only one in this situation as STB joined us later in the evening. For the first time ever he left before his 32 ouncer was gone. That's right folks, hang on to your chairs and steady yourselves the Captain abandoned the ship. (in his defense he said he wasn't feeling well) As J put it, he had a little burger belly.
It wasn't a total waste of an evening. My horseshoe husband won shake of the day within 5 minutes of being there. OMW finally got his leg lamp and got it home in one piece.
So my day is simple today: paint the garage.