Friends++

Around 10:30, Justin shows up, along with Craig and Michael shortly thereafter. I had relocated myself closer to the pool table, partly so I could know when I was up… and also so I could just *watch* the game. For lack of anything better to do, I wanted to at least stare at the table instead of the TV.

Here’s a shot of Craig and Phil (who I only met briefly). As it turned out, the people who were in control of the table wanted to play doubles, so… I run and grab Craig.

And thankfully so, as I was barely able to push the cue ball around. Craig sank the majority of our shots, and helped us stick around for a few games. On the whole, I think the folks who play at Inner Town are much stronger than the folks at Clubfoot.

As I was hanging out by the pool table, I had the good fortune to meet a cool girl named Jen. She originally asked me if I was in line for the bathroom (my table was right next to the ladies’ room). I’m not sure if this was an oversight due to my long hair, or if she was just kidding around as a way to strike up a conversation.

I should mention that I’m a few drinks into the night at this point.

A friend of Jen’s stops by, and the three of us fall to talking a bit. She asks what I’m drinking (Johnny Walker Red), and I offer to buy a round. Jen (who was only sipping a little bit) offers to buy me my next drink. The two of us then breka off and go mingle with our respective group of friends.

I absolutely love this picture of Michael and Justin.

Around midnight, I decide to head back home and call it a night. As I’m leaving, I swing by the bar and ask Jen for a raincheck. She starts to say something like “Meet me at 4:45 PM…” but for some idiotic reason, I interrupt her. I’m not entirely sure what kind of crack I was smoking at the time, and why I interrupted.

She wrote down something in my notebook, and I mistakingly thought it was her workplace she was jotting down. NO idea why I thought that. Turns out it was the address of a bar called Martyr’s.

Thankfully, despite my thickness… I got her email address. I’m looking forward to taking her up on that raincheck, and trying to prove that I’m not a total flake.

And on that note, here’s a shot of the snowflakes falling down outside. Corner of Winchester and Thomas, one block away from Stu’s shoes.