I went out for a beer with a friend after work today. Or, more precisely, he had a couple beers while I took a few sips of mine. Drinking is a bit of a chore for me because I don’t have a great swallow. And keep your dirty comments to yourself. And we were in a bar, which means I have to work a little harder to make myself heard above the din. But it was good to hang out and just talk guy stuff. We talked about going to Ground Zero, which is this club in northeast Minneapolis that is frequented by the goth crowd. My friend has a thing for goth women and I think it’d be fun to go and check out the scene. Anytime I go to a club, I can usually forget about talking to anyone because my voice simply isn’t loud enough. So whenever someone tries to talk to me in that setting, I feel a little awkward. Oh well. One less guy for the women to be annoyed by. But there was that one time I went to the Gay 90s and…
We’ll save that story for another time.
