Written last night at dinner...

[angelofmusic_81]

Here I sit at a sports bar. Technically, it is a haven of chicken wings and beer, neither of which I am particularly fond. With the spastic television screens flashing at every angle, each showcasing a different sporting event, and the thumping, over-loud dance music echoing off the walls that is matched in intensity only by the raucous, half-

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[misterjimmy]

Errrruhhhhh . . . then why were you there? Chris musta really been jonesing for some very extra specialacious chicken wingses! Otherwise, I'm with you. When some of the DK people wanted to do post-work out-hanging I'd tag along because I wanted their company, but after a couple of experiences with smoke, loud music and multi-screen TeeVee noise, I started begging off and going home.
PS: hope the chicken was good.
PPS: at least you got to do an LJ post!

[angelofmusic_81]

That was exactly it. Chris is addicted to hot wings. He makes them at home sometimes, but he says, "It's just not the same!" So, I let him drag me in there every so often so he can get his fix. The chicken was okay. :) lol

Ah...we introverts...it's an interesting way to live, yes?