Let there be rock...
Last night, I visited one of my old haunts with Erin, our friend Leigh and her British import Geoff (it's pronounced "Jeff"). We had some food (cheese fries, how I love you...even though I could only have a few...) and played some very bad pool.
I had forgotten how much fun hanging out can be. AC's is a laid back, don't-care-what-I'm-wearing, let's-make-friends-with-the-facial-tattoo-guy kind of place. In the space of one hour, you can hear Ozzy Osbourne, the Allman Brothers, and AC/DC - in between old school rap and some song from Tommy Lee's last CD.
What I learned: I'm still fun when I go out, even though I no longer drink. However, my billiard skills have suffered tremendously and my hunch that alcohol made me good at pool was absolutely true.
What else I learned: Even though he calls the solid balls "spots," Geoff had some pretty good moves on the table. Leigh, on the other hand, is either the Rain Man of pool or a hustler because she claims to have played very little, but she nailed some amazing shots (even though a couple were the eight ball). Geoff should totally marry that girl.
High fives all around.