just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song...
i went out for happy hour with deniz, my co-worker and friend, after work. there's a new bar right by the office in middleton. it can be a pretty interesting place. they have live music every now and then; we missed bret michaels by one day. we did, however, run into some other folks from work. and that made happy hour turn plural. i got a little sleepy by the time i got home.
-bkh
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