Old times

I wanted to bail on trivia night at Tonic bar. It was rainy out. I was wearing my less than glamourous sweats, and my car was parked in a perfect location, right in front of the house. I didn't want to go out.

But my ex called and wanted to know if I was on the road to his place. We planned to carpool to Tonic earlier in the day and meet his friends there. I left a message on his cell in the hopes he would get it and not call. He failed to check his vm. All his friends bailed on him by vm. Another hour and I decided to meet him at the Pig and Whistle for trivia there.

The Pig and Whistle is the kind of establishment I'm used to. The clientele, mostly unpretentious hipsters, is more my scene and the bartenders know how to make an awesome Black Velvet. The Tonic, on the other hand, is as close to a typical Marina frat/sorority bar filled with 20 and 30-something trust fund kids who live and breath Sex and the City drama.

The two of us, the ex and I, at a bar on trivia night sharing several Black Velvets, brought back memories. It was fun. Like old times. Just like old times.