bagobolts

So last night started out pretty normal. Friday after work, go to the bar for happy hour, hang with the boys. I bump into this girl I have been talking to. We decide we are going to leave my shithole dive bar, and go some where a little nicer. Well drinks turn into dinner. I don't recall if I was a bumbling idiot, or what the hell we even talked about. I think things would go a lot smoother if I was not in the bag before we decided to take on this adventure. I had a good time. It was the closest thing to real date that I have had in a while.

In retro getting smashed at a bar before a date is probably not a good thing, but it not like it was planned or anything