I was supposed to meet Adrienne for a late lunch / early dinner at 4:00 at, I thought, George's Garage. She never confirmed my email of Thursday or Friday, though, so at 3:00, I called her cell phone to confirm. Got voice mail. Left message. Called home phone. No voice mail. Kept ringing.
She called me back at about 5:30, and we rescheduled for next Sunday -- same bat time, same bat channel.
I met Joe at Flex at around 7:00. We played many, many games of pool. Andre bugged the living shit out of me. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Following me around while I'm taking my shot. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Talk. Goddamn.
At one point, I couldn't take it any more and I ordered Joe and me a shot -- I had Canadian Club, he had tequila.
Joe spent some time talking with a guy named "JR," who was real cute. We had watched all the boys in the bar "swarm" around him during the course of the night.
Doug and Robert arrived after a while, and we played several games of doubles pool.
We left there 11:30 or midnight, I guess, and went to IHOP. Joe had French Toast and I had Pigs in a Blanket (sausage wrapped up in pancakes), which were the deal with some butter pecan syrup on them. Yum!