If that was foreshadowing, I'm not sure I want to be involved with this anymore

Saturday night was potentially a leetle bit of a preview of what awaits some of us in a couple of weeks.

Jenna and Paul were in town, and we met up with DC and Kyle at Bryden's for a coupla drinks.

That turned into us getting cut off by a bartender that has known me by name for like 6 years.

Me: Hey, J.D. ... can you grab us another pitcher when you get a chance?
Bartender: Okay, but that's your last one.
Me: What?
Bartender: Yeah, that's number 9.
Me: But there were five of us before. Two of them just left.
Bartender: That's exactly why I'm cutting you off.
Me: Harsh.

After DC and Kyle left, we also found ourselves making friends with middle aged regulars. This is turning into a bit of a pattern, as the same thing happened at Rhea's in Kingston the last time I was there.

Anyway, it turned out we didn't need any more beer, as we were cut off at like 1am with a full pitcher and about 3/4' s of a pint each... but whatever. We headed back to my place, where we of course emptied the beer fridge while watching Old School... and then started watching Rounders (ah, the joys of the 5-DVD changer), until.....

"Um, what time is it?"
"About ten to five."
"We should probably get to bed."
"Good call."

Keep in mind that this was just on an arbitrary Saturday night, going out under the premise of watching the Raptor and/or Leaf games (neither were worth watching, in the end). What might Green Beer Day bring out in us? Only time will tell.

And to beat a rather witty analogy to death: Don't bring your training wheels, cuz you'll just get hurt.