In spite of Paul.

I hit a bar last night with my sister and a friend. We were enjoying a Guiness and my sister offered to buy me a beer if I went and karaoke'd "I'm a little teapot". Now, this was a particularly devious ploy because at the start of the night I had clearly stated, "Hey guys, I need to hit an ATM for I have 5 dollars and want more then one beer." My sister and our friend said they would buy me beers. And now I must sing for them.

I, reluctantly, accepted the Guiness in exchange for 64 seconds of tormenting the world with my vocals. There was much cheering and revelry. Apparently making an ass of yourself is still in. This is a comforting idea.

On my way back to my booth, and free beer, I am hailed by one Tommy R. I haven't seen Tom in 6 years. And he only recognized me because I was singing. Tom is also friends with my sister and the mysterious other person with us. We chat, drink and end up closing Quigly's. Everyone was planning on being in bed by 11ish. Instead, it was boozy passing out at 2 am.

For Paul: Tom was the guy who bought us the handel of Rum on the night you, Lynn and I drank in your dorm room freshman year. Yes, the night that caused me to be hungover for three and a half days.

Addendum for Paul: The ChiSox are currently projecting to a 162-0 record. By my count, we have 160 more wins to cheer in the regular season alone. Keep your water handy, for we will be racous!
- posted by Pat @ 11:56 AM