It went well this time -- six minutes to fill the pint-bag, instead of the usual 10 -- and afterwards, I did my usual treat-myself-to-a-special-meal meal that I do after a donation. (Yes, re-reading that sentence, I can see I'm still slightly sleepy.) And this time, I had a good curry chicken rice bowl at the McMenamin's Little Chapel Pub. Which, as I have mentioned before (and have continued to be amused by), is a converted funeral parlor, the same one my family held its memorial for my Grandpa Bob Nelson. I think that would amuse Grandpa Bob, too. (He's on my mind when I donate blood: I started doing it regularly as a little tribute to him, since he'd done it regularly, too.)
I didn't go to the Little Chapel Pub first. Because coffeeinhell had recommended it, I tried to go to the new Mexican restaurant Encanto in St. Johns, but I showed up an hour before that place opened (3 to 6 p.m., then 10 p.m. to sometime late), and I didn't want to wait that long to eat. So I'll go some other time. And I like McMenamin's; it's the same local company that turned my dad's elementary school into a pub.
(And by the way, while I was driving to St. Johns, a particular commercial in the Bud Light Presents Real Men of Genius campaign really hit my silly button. Which isn't that hard to hit, I admit, but it felt good to laugh that loudly.)