As mentioned multiple times before, I’m a planner. As much fun as it always sounds, and as many times as I’ve aspired to be spontaneous, I’ve finally accepted my brain refuses to let me function in such a manner.
We live right next to each other. Why do we never hang out?
Unfortunately I’ve had this conversation more than once with multiple people (I’m really sorry if this includes you). If it’s not planned 2-3 days in advance, it’s probably not happening. Let’s blame my Type-A personality again, shall we?
I really need to find less spontaneous friends. You guys are killing me.
Anyway, so this twitter conversation…
After roadblocks such as traveling, new jobs, more traveling, and birthdays (gah. birthdays. SO annoying.), we FINALLY settled on a date.
The scene: Early Monday afternoon. My desk at work.
My phone vibrates Of course it doesn’t actually ring. The speaker broke and I’ve yet to plan a time to go in and correct the situation. Naturally.
It’s a tweet! Everyone’s so excited about happy hour! Neat! Me too!
I thought it was supposed to be on Tuesday?!?!
The right side of my brain started flipping out.
“You can’t go. It’s not part of the plan! We always stick to the plan!”
But after two months of trying to nail this down? There’s no way.
So I rushed in and out of my apartment after work that evening. And out towards Bad Dog Tavern- our designated meeting spot.
We haven’t been all together since meeting up at the 2010 Hot Chocolate 15k, but none of us missed a beat.
Which made it really hard to stop and concentrate on the menu. Thankfully we finally did. Sort of. My decision was based on recommendations from the group- I was the only person who had never been there before.
I went with the Turkey Bacon Club. And it was fabulous. Which is a good thing- I would have judged them all had it not been.
Also, the bar was out of fries (how does that happen?!?!), but it was completely fine because the upgrade to sweet potato tots was fo’ FREE!
And, it needs to be said, I have a lot of respect for any establishment that automatically throws ranch in as a dipping sauce.
There was intelligence behind that decision.
We should probably start the planning process now…
Best part about our happy hour? Two microbrews, a solid meal, good conversation, and I’m still home by 9:30 on a school night. Win. It’s obvious we’re all in training mode for something or another.
For a girl who is trying to make morning exercise work, this was clutch. Because right now, if I want to run outside, it needs to happen in the morning. We’re in and out of heat advisories this week. And even though I happen to do well running in somewhat warmer temps, we all have our limits. Heat index of 105-110 degrees? I’ll pass.
Stay cool, kids.