A Pitcher... 3 Glasses

Friday night marked the end of a long week and beginning of an extended weekend. At my work, the powers that be always tell us to take off at 3pm on the day before a holiday weekend. So the weekend kicked off early. I won’t complain about that.

That night, Sean and I were going to meet at Scotland Yard, our favorite local pub. They have the best Guinness and everyone is really nice to us semi-regulars. My Firebird, the one that is parked on the street, took a nasty hit. Someone crashed into the front end hard enough to push it into the curb. It still runs but I can’t drive it because the left fender is pushed into the tire. So I was in need of some Guinness.

Fortunately, my sister talked to some kids who were hanging out near the Firebird. Turns out a couple of them saw the accident. There were two other cars involved. One hit the other which then caromed into my car. The kids also remembered the vanity license plate of the first car. So I made a police report. Now I’m just hoping they actually follow through and find the person.

I really felt like an idiot all day. I’ve been meaning to sell the Firebird for months. Some people have even shown interest. But, because I’m so damned lazy, I have to deal with this. And the car is worth a great deal less money in its current state. It feels like I’ve just thrown away a few thousand.

The night at the Yard certainly helped. Chris came with Sean which was a welcome surprise. Simply put, the Guinness and company made for a great night.

I’ll give some more insight into our fondness for the Yard later. I played poker at Commerce Casino tonight. You’ll hear all about that in my next post. (I'm also going to figure out how to include pics in these.) Stay tuned.

SEEYa