Dave and Busters is noisy
So, last night I stopped by to meet my fiance and his friends at what was supposed to be happy hour at Dave and Busters. The organizer is always his friend Newgen, who apparently can't bear to be alone...ever. He has about 4 or 5 stupid nicknames, but that's the main one. He's Vietnamese, so like over half the population there, his last name is Nguyen, pronounced Win, or Nwin, but it has somehow been bastardized into Newgen. Anyways, he just got his job back, so he's been in an especially good mood. I stopped in for a bit, but I had a headache from yesterday's encounter with my sort of principal and was not in the mood to hear drunken yelling for hours. For some reason, they were playing this shuffleboard game, which I'm pretty sure was invented for old retirees on cruise ships. They somehow were having a grand old time with it, no doubt assisted by copious amounts of liquor.
I went home to bury myself in bed and relax from the horrible day at work. When my guy got home we were able to talk about it, which made me feel better. He usually has really good advice on how to handle people and situations. I think maybe he should have been the teacher, but he probably wouldn't want the pay cut. Oh well...at least this week is finally over. I can't wait to sleep in for the next couple of days.