What was originally meant to be stopping by the for a quick beer to let rush-hour die down turned into an all night affair.

Old friend Bouvier showed up as well as Boo-Boo Brawley… Then and a couple of acquaintances we met through boo-boo, who coincidentally have moved to our neck of the woods, came in….

Great and fine all all good fun… but somehow Kevin and my declaration of “we have to cut this short, Chad’s at home waiting for us” – turned into… “Hey why don’t we all caravan back to our house since Chad’s home.”

Best laid plans of mice and insensitive shit-heads.

Chad REALLLLLY was looking forward to a quiet evening at home with just us – instead he got a phone call from me “announcing” (not asking) that myself and a gaggle of tipsy bear boys would be piling into the house for extended happy hour.

It’s usually Kevin’s job to get pissed off at this that or the other thing, – so when quiet content Chad get upset about something, (about every 3rd or 4th blue moon) – It freaks me out.

So – fine visit… but not worth the fallout.

I still feel like a shithead.

I’m still not blogging.