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Wednesday, July 10, 2002
So JR is coming into work tonight after her Minnow-fest. (Yes you are). So that will be nice. I haven't seen her in awhile. Then the wife and I are going to Alabama tomorrow night. The country group, not the southern state, at the Outagamie County Fair. Time for fried food, carnies and over priced beer... oh wait... There's one good thing about not drinking.
Speaking of which, that's all going fine. Of course I have night sweats, tremors, constipation, diahrea, oily leakage, headaches, nauseau and certain sexual side effects, but all in all, things are going well. I'm just kidding of course, though I did read somewhere that Miller Brewing Co. was laying off hundreds of employees. So I have to drink. If not for me, then for Mr. Joe Average-Working-Man.
Friday night I work again, and there are a few bands. Eric and the Andies (which I haven't seen yet, but I hear the lead singer is dreamy), and then Shemus McDrinks-A-Lot. That's not the actual name of the second band, but it is an Irish Drinking Band. That should be interesting at the P. Because you know that we have so many drunken Irish at the bar on a Friday night looking to sing "Ol' Danny Boy" with their neighbors... (neighbours?) Then you know that we are going to get all the wahoos in that think because they are listening to an Irish band then they have to drink an Irish beer. "Shut up, sit down, and drink the High Life that you were going to have anyway." Howler Monkey. When Bobby Evans is playing doesn't mean that you have to drink a white-trash beer. Wait. Maybe you do. I'll have to look into that.
My wife has her midterm tomorrow, so everyone wish her luck. See you all (almost quite literally) at work tonight.
Craig @ 2:32 PM
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