I got a Facebook message from Bobbie, Fatboy's girlfriend, saying We're surprising our friend Ryan at the Moon and Sixpence for his birthday. I need a head count. I could go, and said so. I did go. Most of us showed up by 8 p.m. at the pub (good pub, by the way), and were given a bunch of napkins with letters written on them so that when Ryan and his significant other showed up we could hold up the napkins to spell HAPPY B-DAY. Bobbie related some of the shenanigans involved in arranging the surprise and not spoiling it, and I told her "You will use your powers only for good, right?" Ryan showed up, we gave him the birthday message plus presents and a bacon maple bar from Voodoo Doughnut, and just shot the breeze. Good visiting. I let myself have a pale ale and a snack of Welsh rarebit.
Good times. A little loud for my taste -- I'm not really a bar person -- but we were all smiling a lot.
Though, huh, for not being a bar person, I go at least once a month to the Bagdad and was at the Gypsy two weeks ago [for the Can't Stop the Serenity events]. I seem to be getting out of a comfort zone. I should keep this up. I can always be more social.
The Moon & Sixpence remains a good place. (I like their food.) Afterwards I left, happily wobbly, and lucked into perfectly-timed buses to get home. A #12 headed to downtown showed up about a minute after I'd reached Sandy Blvd., and as it headed into downtown I saw a #19 right in front of it and was able to get onto that. I rode that bus to within two blocks of home. Things broke right.
Thank you for inviting me, Bobbie!