My son will be three weeks old tomorrow. I hadn't been out with the boys for almost a solid month before that (because nobody wants to stink like a barfly when telling the doctor that yes, the cervidil will be fine).
One of my best friends and I were supposed to go out tonight and get stupid drunk, with the blessing of my saintly wife. That plan ended the minute I got home from work. I called my buddy to tell him that Im not gonna be able to go out tonight. He's single and no kids, and responded, "So I left work today and decided to go out tonight and get hammered. How does that decision process compare with what happened to you?"
Salt, wound.
Went out in Potsdam last month. I'd forgotten how many of the bars still haven't managed to work A/C into their business model.
Back to Blanton's, a very belated Mass Effect 3, and most importantly, zero tiny squalling people.