30 Days: Day 14

Jessica and I had a beer at the Bunker. We'd heard that a new bar had the same feel as an old favorite of ours, Lenny's, which had since become well-lit and fashionable among the college jocks. There must have been some miscommunication however, because it was almost the same as Lenny's in it's new incarnation. Only bigger, even more well lit, and filled with more 'dressed-up' men in button-down plaid shirts tucked into their khakis. A bust.

So we downed our beers and headed out in the snow to find a new place for the evening. Unfortunately, things went south from there when Jessica revealed that she was hung over from the night before and didn't really want to go to another bar. I was antsy, filled with hormones (I don't usually use this excuse, but I was *bad* this weekend--the rocked me hard this month!), and generally angsty. This didn't make for a good combination, so when the anti-lock brakes engaged 3 times driving in the tiny amount of snow, we decided that we'd had enough and I dropped her off.

Lesson learned: Ignore instincts to drink beer and whinge while experiencing dramatic mood swings every 30 minutes. And if you can't ignore this instinct, do it in the privacy of your own home, protecting your friends from the barrage of ranting you would inevitably spill upon them.