Frankly my life since my camping trip has been however many weeks of working every single day. That isn't to say that I haven't had any fun, but when your weekends aren't really your weekends and you're working longer hours during the regular week, well it does funny things to your brain. In any case, the one positive of working crazily is that you get subsidized lunches. For instance, this Primo's ham and cheese mini-hoagie, which was a little soggy but still an all around tasty interruption of sustenance in the middle of a work day. The dragon was happy to get back to the action.
T.'s last official night with the place. I ordered the boquerones and then we had some beers with a few other folks, including T. It was a good evening and an end to an era. LW and I went to McCrossen's a lot more a few years ago than we have been as of late, and it was my first-ever darts home bar. While our barfly ways petered out once darts became less of a thing there, it's still a good spot and I've always enjoyed talking and shooting the shit with T. and will be sad that he won't be in the neighborhood anymore. An end to an era I say!