For unknown reasons the sleep schedule has inverted lately, and for the past two nights things have gotten so ridiculous that I’ve been able to watch the sunrise prior to going to bed. It’s a bit like being in college again, only now I get to take naps in a futon rather than trying to get comfortable in the goofy chairs with tray tables that they used in the engineering classrooms.
Aaron is back in town, and calling upon his uncanny ability to gather large groups he pulled together a pack of seven for some bar hopping in Walnut Creek last night. Crogan’s was (thankfully) avoided, yet we still managed to discover a joint with a rubber-kneed techno DJ, a bar offering $2 Coronas, a Kenny-friendly establishment, and some place that served us an embarrassingly large and fruity bowl of cherries, rock candy, and alcohol.