Not like I did anything weird in the bathroom, just some ill will between me and their Night Guy. Gotta suck, sometimes, being the night guy for a hotel, with a bar, and the best-known after-bar breakfast restaurant in the area. So yeah, I feel his pain. But no, I never threw anything at him.
I was sitting on the sidewalk out front, waiting for my cab home. I tossed a burned-out cigarette butt on the sidewalk, it bounced, and (he contends) it hit him. Okay, fine, I was drinkin', whatevah. And yeah, we'd just had a political argument. Arguing seems to have been the default behavior, under the previous administration.
I'm just sayin'.
So, do I go back to my favorite, and primary, karaoke bar, at the Androy, or not? I'm getting kinda tired of the whole thing. I miss the place. I miss Spring -- but that'd be a whole 'nother blog-post. Hell, a whole 'nother blog.
Anybody help me out here?