Icky steak
Seeing as this thing is great for writing about meals, I’ll continue on in that vein. Tonight I went to my first ever steak night. It took me a while to find the place, but after a little walk, there it was. Fortunately there were a few folks from work. Ever notice how folks end up talking about work when they’re at events outside of work?
Nonetheless, after weeks of monotonous rain, I’m feeling a little antisocial. But I went anyways. And I visited. And I played a few rounds of pool. And I ate a crappy steak and an ok baked potato. And I visited some more. And I drove home — in the rain.
Now, since I’ve returned home, I must begin work once again. It never does end, does it?
