A few weeks ago, Sunshine and I decided to go out and celebrate her getting the job, and us working together again.
Since I get $200 for referring her, I said I was buying.
We talked about heading to a nice steak restaurant, but after the week we've had we decided to take it down a notch and hit an upscale tavern.
She made it there before I did, and gave me a quick call to let me know about a change of plans.
There was only valet parking at the tavern, and she didn't have any cash to tip with so she decided to go to a dive bar next door for a drink.
The plan was to have one drink use their parking lot and then walk over to the tavern.
I thought it was a genius plan, because I didn't have any cash either. Which is pretty standard for me.
So we got to the dive bar, went inside and bellied up to the bar for our beer.
When I say dive bar, I mean dive bar this place is the definition.
Before we even ordered I went to the bathroom, which felt a little like a horror movie.
There was a light in a vaulted ceiling that kept flashing off and on, the air conditioning didn't work very well, so it was hot.
Then when I went to wash my hands I couldn't get the water to turn off. Not the usual way where there is a small stream that comes out if you don't get it closed tight.
There was a fine line between turning this one off and on full blast. The handle didn't ever stop it just kept going around, and you had to find the exact spot like a combination on you locker.
We got our beers, and one led to two. While we were sitting there we started talking about the comedy guy, who I met today and who is very young. Yet another 20-something. What is the universe trying to tell me here?
That sparked her memory and she said 'what day is it?' I said 'I think it could be 16'. And she replied, we've got to get you out of here! I laughed and did some recalculations and discovered today is actually day 15.
We continued with our beers with a small break so Sunshine could go outside to smoke.
The outside patio is really small, so we ended up sitting at a table with the owner.
We chatted him up a bit, he has some Parrothead memorabilia in the bar so I asked if he's a Jimmy Buffett fan, and sure enough he was, which made me happy.
We went back inside and tried to figure out our game plan, should we stay or head over to the tavern like we originally planned.
We couldn't rightfully walk out and leave our cars there with him sitting on the patio... that's just rude, not to mention he could have us towed!
So we decided to check out the menu and go from there. Either we were really hungry, or the menu wasn't half bad because we decided to get one more and stay and eat... and we were not disappointed.
We downed our food and our final beer and we were out the door by 8:15 exhausted and ready to hit the hay.
What started as an evening out at a nice restaurant, ended up being a nice evening out at a dive bar. It just goes to show you some of the best things in life aren't planned.
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