Okay so I'm in the parking lot of the highway in on the east side of Grand Haven. I am hanging with a fairly good friend who is having a nice time and I am his ride. How did I wind up being his ride? I believed we were only going out for two and I fell for it. That's how. Loyalty dictates that I waited it out because I don't strand people. wisdom dictates that I ignore text messages and phone calls from this person until he figures it out. I was once a classroom teacher and I learned a program called assertive discipline. I hate when I have to begin using assertive discipline during a bar evening, on one of my mates. The bar crowd tonight is a bunch of townies who work as waitresses and bartenders at the Grand Haven bars that were smart enough to close before this. Charming people I just can't keep your hours. This isn't one of those bars were the doors closes at 2 am. It's one of those bars where people finally get done with their business, their monkey business, at 230 AM. Here's a prediction when he gets done here, he's gonna wanna go to the Rendezvous. I'll offer to drive him home or drive him to the Rendezvous. You choose, I'll say.
Why a nice picture of a Wasserman table arrangement? I wanted to show how nicely my evening began.
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