It's rare...

...but sometimes the Galway is the better, and more responsible, option.

Tonight, after softball, I waited with DC for a little while while he waited for Gord (teammate/co-worker) to get back and lend his jumper cables. In return, Dave asked if I wanted to go to the Galway for a pint to thank me for hanging around. I begged off, saying that I had to take out the garbage at the church I practice my pipes at (true) and I had some music I had to learn for band on Thursday (also true).

While I was waiting, I apparently got a call, and a kryptic message was left for me saying that "someone is in town and wants to see me", with a number. I checked the number in my phonebook, and deduced that it was a friend of Greg's calling... and knowing from earlier in the afternoon speaking to him that he was in town to see a doctor about his back, I stopped by Bryden's (random, yet safe guess) after doing my thing with the garbage at the church. Needless to say, he was there... but fortunately had to work in London at 6am, so had to behave himself. I stayed.

As I sit here, I can assure you that no pipe music was learned this evening.

Damnit.