snowbear

I very nearly managed to avoid talking to anyone at the bar at all last night (social animal that I am), aside from the bartender, of course. The streak was broken when a woman introduced herself because she hoped I had seen her purse. She had put it down a few feet from me but forgotten what she had done with it once she picked it up. The power of alcohol.
I think I'm really going to like the no smoking in bars thing that came into force on Canada's birthday. Unfortunately, mental giants that they are, the smokers all congregate around the door, so I have to weave my way through them to get in. It seemed a third of the patrons were standing outside when I arrived. I wonder how early I'd have to arrive to avoid having to run this gauntlet.