This should probably be filed under sunday social, but since I don’t have the time (on sunday?), it will be made late.
Last weekend was mother’s day. If any one knows a lick about me they know it’s a tough one to swallow personally. Regardless, I made my way through. And excitement ensued. Although, most of the excitement really was had on Friday night. Jason, Dave, and I headed to GR for a punk rock show. Maybe you don’t call it that these days. All I can say is that there were a bunch of chicks with tapered pants and flannel shirts, mixed with late twenty something dudes with facial hair. I know, that’s a long way from what went on in the eighties and nineties, but people grow, they get older.
What should have ended as a full stomach and short cab ride home, ended in a guy not being nice at all. I totally understand that the staff at yesterdawg deal with a ton drunk people night in and night out, but all we wanted was a couple of specials. Now, I won’t go into detail about the conversations that were had, but I will say that jason probably didn’t make the smartest of remarks.
This jerk refused to serve us:
Looks like a winner to me.
What should have been a cherry on top of a night (according to dave d.), ended with a shit sandwich. Regardless, the night rocked hard and I may have a lead on the browncast getting syndication. Internets…you need us.