Instead, I will post about my social retardation, then drink beer and pass out in front of the TV, which may or may not be running a DVD or Xbox game at the time.
Saturday, went into Arlington ("Barlington") to meet up with a friend at the 11th Street Lounge, although I'd gotten a really late start, so it was kind of iffy if I'd run into her.
I parked outside Iota and walked over, passing all the young, pretty people on the sidewalks of Wilson Blvd.
I hung out at the Lounge for about an hour and a few drinks. It was still too early to go home, and I was determined to make at least a token effort to be a functioning social animal, so I walked over to Kitty O'Shea's, the Irish bar that used to be Joseph's.
I stayed there for a few more drinks, then gave up and went home.
Along the way, I realized that I didn't speak more than three words that night to anyone who wasn't bar staff.