Tonight I'm heading out to a local pub with a few friends of mine.
It's a chance to have a few beers, some wings, and watch some hockey.
The place we usually go to is my wife's personal favorite, because she absolutely LOVES the cute outfits those girls wear. Amazingly enough, every time I'm there, we get the 45 year old with four teeth....
Speaking of which, why is it that girls always compliment each other on their "cute tops"?
Ali was guilty of this a few times last night at our friend's social while we worked the door.
Men couldn't get away with this. I could hear it now - "Wow Reggie, that shirt makes your eyes dance!"
See what I mean? Although, I'm sure that shirt would be flattering.
At the social last night, I had yet to meet the groom. When I finally did bump into him, it was at the urinals, so needless to say, a handshake was not appropriate.
All in all, it was a fun night. I met some really nice people, and had some wicked "squeaky cheese" which, I believe, is a Manitoba hidden treasure.
So tonight, I'll kick back, talk hockey, eat some honey garlic wings, and complain about our co-workers. It's all in good fun, and I'm sure they do the same about us.