So, my friend Johnny is a connoisseur of dive bars. And I like dive bars, so I'm a good adventure companion. He foung this gem of a place in Madison Heights somewhere. They had giant PBR brafts for like $2.50, comfy bar stools, fabulous people watching (one guy was this sweet old man who looked like my grandpa and he told me he had worked at Tiger Stadium for fifteen years. I ordered a bottle of PBR, and he said "That's my girl!". I loved him. There was also some scary guy who looked like V from "V fot Vendetta".).

After awhile, Johnny and I left and headed back to the old stomping ground of Gusoline Alley. Not only did I sit at the bar (which I am pretty sure is a first for me), but they made me a mojito (they had mint left over from mint julips). I got a couple of pics while I was there.



Old friends!





Half of Johnny's face, me, and Jim.





So, yeah....last night was a lot of fun. It's really nice having those friends that never go away...you may fall out of touch of a bit, but they are always around. There is something very comforting in that.

I have to close at work tonight. Which shouldn't be too bad. At least it isn't a midshift.