So after I got off work tonight I was supposed to stop by a party.
Now, initially I didn't want to go to this party, not for any personal reasons, but just because I thought that it wasn't going to be "My kind of scene". If figured there would be tons of people I didn't know, or worse, didn't want to know, and that I was just going to show up, make an appearance and leave.
Turns out I was wrong.
The fact that when I got out of my car, McQuarrie was on the front lawn made it immediately a whole new ball game. You don't realize what a small town you live in until you find out one of your drinking buddies plays ball with one of your bosses. That added a new dimension to the party. Turns out there were more people I knew, and the night turned out OK.
I said my goodbyes a lot later than I had originally planned, and headed home.
What I expected to be a boring affair turned out to be quite pleasant, and actually a good time.
Now if I could get McQuarrie to stop drinking Lucky and switch to that good Belgian Beer, we'd be all set...
Like that's gonna happen.