here we are again…
Anybody remember a post from April? One where I ended up foiling some drunk-ass’s hopes of getting the next-door-bartender busted for kicking him out of that bar? Officer Down 911 call? Anyone? …anyone? Bueller?
Well, Molly and I met up again here at Dad Watson’s to talk about her webpage in progress, and now she’s just left and I’m here posting, wondering if I’m gonna have another superhero incident. That would be pretty rock n roll.
At this point, the only superpowers that I have are going to revolve around getting my inebriated ass home.
The Conundrum: Do I ride straight up Fremont just cuz it’s straight up and my fat ass needs the sweaty action? Do I hit the bike path, which will take me home all the way on a flat trail AND away from traffic? I’ll have to climb up to home at the last bit, but it’s flat the whole way til that last bit. And if I do ride up Fremont, will I be sucked into the vortex of another bar along Phinney/Greenwood? And, of course, the answer to that is: Yes I will! The reason? Simple! I had the high score on a vintage cocktail-table Asteroids machine at El Chupacabra, and I wanna see if my score is intact. Who knows…
One question remains: Why am I into the colons tonight, and why all the links?
Uh oh, insert Capitol Hill joke here…
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