bathroom silliness

This weekend featured the usual marathon that is the Celtic Heritage magazine, complete with a small redesign from three columns per page to two columns. It worked so well, and I felt the need to socialize after it’s completion that I headed down to the Grapevine for a quick pint on Sunday night. The first beer, I’m sure, was filled with water as it disappeared with alarming speed. As did the next two that followed.

It was at this point that I realized I should probably go to the bathroom. So I did. It wasn’t until I was actually in the bathroom that I noticed I didn’t actually have to go, I just felt I should after three beers. I’m still not sure how that logic worked in my brain, but at that point it convinced me the only solution was to have yet another beer and then for sure I’d need to go. These are the thoughts that go through my head.

You’re welcome.

In other news, the Hot Chicken Sandwich is served cold. When it is brought back “steaming” it is lacking in both steam and heat, being only slightly above room temperature. Which only illustrates how cold it was to begin with. Don’t go to KCafe.

-d