So I have NO kids tonight.
For the first time, I think, ever, at least in this house. No maybe ever anywhere.
And it occurred to me on my drive across Knoxville that I could stop in the Irish Times Pub & have a cider beer on draft, which I really enjoy. Or when I got to my little town I could go in Chili’s and have a draft.
But then I thought, I’m not dressed that great (skinny jeans and a baggy sweater, both black). And I don’t want NOBODY to talk to me almost as bad as I don’t want to have to be vaguely polite to someone who might talk to me, that I don’t want to talk to me. Not sure I’m ready for the single scene yet, or ever.
And I don’t want to hang out for an hour just so I can legally drive home, because cops are out in force for Superbowl weekend already, and I just bought my car, and the last thing in the world I need is a DUI driving 3 miles home. Not to mention that it would nullify my carry permit.
And I reek from smoke from hanging around Boyd in the tattoo shop for the last 12 hours, and I need a shower.
So I came home to my nice QUIET (did I mention nice & quiet??) house, where I’m gonna get a shower, and knit, and watch a movie, and maybe if I feel like it, have a beer.
Yeah, I’m so boring.