Whitey was tired from playing 27 holes of golf, and sent me out on the town with an old friend the other night.
Bryan and I had dinner and a few beers at Barley Brown’s, then ended up at the Stockman’s Bar in downtown Baker City… until almost closing time.
I know I sang Cyndi Lauper, Bonnie Raitt, and I think I sang a Chicago song with the electrician that’s working on our restaurant. Then Brian tried to teach me to swing dance.
Walking home, I showed Brian my favorite jujutsu move of pretending to trip on a sidewalk, while transitioning into a hasty somersault that ends up popping up into a cool jump.
I had so much fun, and now that I know that Bryan is moving away to Tennessee, I’m bummed.
If any other cool friends want to move within a 40 mile radius, let me know. I’ll take you to our local dive bar, and we’ll go out to sing karaoke — I’ll even dedicate “That’s What Friends Are For” to you.
It’ll be Shweet.