Japan

Ugh

homeward

So I found my local bar.  I was welcomed by the bartender in the wee hours of Sunday morning to my “new local,” perfect timing, because it had dawned on me only moments before.  Thanks, Brendan.

I returned tonight, and was treated really well again, this time by Greg.  Problem is, my tired ass self tipped based on number of drinks, not total dollar amount.  He was giving me a big break, actually (curried vegetable pie with a slightly charred edge was on him!), and the total was $28.  I tipped $4 on my 3 drinks and free pie.  I feel guilty.  Guess I’ll have to go back for more rosemary infused margaritas.  Or maybe I’ll have to drink stout instead, so $1 per drink works out a little better.