So apparently some co-workers agreed that we could use a night out on the town.
And I guess that I was the only one to forget about it.
Thing is, I might be going away in a couple of days, and I wanted to spend more time with Shannon.
Now I’m not usually one to turn down a good beer, especially when it’s been scheduled beforehand.
Yet here I am, pint o’ Guiness in one hand, PalmPilot stylus in the other, writing away.
So I got dropped here to wait for the rest of the gang to get here, and in the meantime reserve a table, and have a pint.
(sigh)
I wish I was with Shannon.