Urban adventure.

Last night saw me at The Magic Stick, in D-town. I made sure to bring my muscles with me:

Upon entering the venue (to see Pinback) our trio came across the sad realization that "we were just too old for this sort of thing". We've reached the depressing point in our lives where sitting on the couch watching Family Guy is more appealing than having sex. Or anything else that requires exhursion of energy.

Dave and I watched in amusement as Aaron became increasingly drunk. He insisted on giving a high-five to anyone who passed. There wasn't a single person who ignored him and everyone left with a big smile on their face. I filed this moment away in the, 'magical moments in Heather's life' file.

What was decidedly LESS magical was when this gelatinous whale of a man decided to slap me firmly on the ass. In a freak error of judgement, I had decided to stretch right as he passed, and through beer goggles, I unintentionally may have looked like this: This moment was filed in the "best left forgotten" file of Heather's memory.

Pinback:

Another sort of pinback:

P.S. I forgot to mention that I ran into my old highschool friend who I hadn't seen since I was about 17! Introducing Ben Broquet:
Meet the 'Muscles':

Aaron Verska: Polish. Has big muscles. Has the insatiable need to make noises whenever in transit.

David Laurence Graul II: Has eerily similar initials to me. Not so muscular. Makes up for lack of muscles in height. Eats too many coney dogs (he had four that day).