Federal Friday

Yesterday was a great day; I worked out hard in the morning, accomplished a lot through the afternoon, and played pretty hard at night. After I mowed the lawn and decided I didn't have enough time to do laundry, I figured I'd just drive down to Federal Hill so I could combat one of Federal Hill's biggest downfalls - parking - and get a good spot at Thirsty Dog. I arrive a little after four, and Thirsty Dog (incomprehensibly) does not open until 5, so I found myself at No Way Jose Cafe. The bar only had one person in it - an older woman - and the bartender. I grabbed a copy of the City Paper and ordered a $1 Miller Lite. Miller Lite is easily my favorite cheap beer, and it was a little warm and a little flat. In other words, perfect... the kind of beer that goes down very easily in the summer. I had two beers there before Thirsty Dog opened.

Renee, the girl I love who is unfortunately with this old tool right now and it's completely my fault because I totally could have had her in the last few years, joined me there. We shared pizza and hearts afire palm salad and blueberry beer and it was a great time.

Eventually, it was off to LP Steamers for my department's end-of-school-year celebration. We hung out there on the deck for a couple hours before getting kicked out (no beer after 9:30 at LP's), where we meandered to a hole-in-the-wall called The French Connection. There, we attacked the jukebox and talked and laughed.

Life is good. I've already done my mammoth laundry load this morning and am on the way to the gym, where I think I'm going to swim if it's not full of kids.