Pop a top!

Last night I met up with some friends at Columbia Street at 6:00 p.m. We nibbled on the pizza slices and I drank beer (gasp, I know, it was not a glass of sweet wine or a freakyfruity martini). I think I was asked "who are you ... drinking a beer" or two or three. After the after work crowd left and we were in between crowds we decided to hitch our wagons up to see O'Briens Pub. (Yes, the building on Calhoun just beyond the Oyster Bar.) Oh, the place were some dandy fights have taken place. Well, we arrive, mind you it is 8 now, and the place is all locked up and nearly dark as a skunk - minus the hydroponic light that was growing "herbs". We looked at each other in amazement, like who took my kitkat... so we walked down to the Oyster Bar. Yes, walked in Fort Wayne at night, without a police escort or packin our own heat. We walked in and there was room for us, but we asked if we could sit outside. Sure, why not, so we each grabbed a chair, I took the candle and the salt and peppa', and we sat under the blinking neon sign. We ordered some appetizers, another round or two of drinks and shared stories of horror and life. We were serenaded by a bicyclist who had his jam box strapped in the back. He was 'poetry in motion'. However now it is 10 and my D O G needs to see his pop. Well, he did, but just for a few minutes and I met half of the "our gang" at Schoppoffs, just a stones throw away from my house. We closed the bar down at 2 and I came home. I awoke at 7 somehow, and I went to breakfast at Sara's and have returned home a tad tired, feeling a wee bit older and actually recall the fun times and great conversations. Oh, and for the record over that 8 hour window I consumed 4 beers and a cranberry vodka.