It’s not fair to say BRB and then never actually BRB

In accordance with my unscheduled and admittedly unwanted quest towards Hank Moody-dom (read: downward spiral towards booze and bitches); I went out for a second consecutive Monday evening.  I traded in my supper for a post-gym protein shake, and then several beers at two different locales.

Now for those of you who are thinking, “Rick drinking by yourself on a Monday night is pathetic, and really kind of sad.”  I say to you – yep… but it’s still slightly preferable to sitting at home and feeling  pathetic and sad.  Besides, the cast of characters that partake on Mondays is a sight you have to behold (especially in Ballard).  Going out on Mondays is a little like going to a free-clinic to be treated for a hang nail.  You’re slightly ashamed to be there, but still know you’re better off than anyone else.