Hey there. Come around here often? I'm kind of a regular here myself. Neighborhood bar type, you know. The joint gets a little noisy from time to time, but if you show up at the right hour, the conversations good and the cast of characters are, mmm...charactery. Let me buy you a drink. No, really. Barkeep, get the lady/man/sockpuppet whatever they want.
Ahhh...good stuff. I like a drink now and again. Takes away that terrible sober feeling I get sometimes.
You like music? Me too. Not a lot of that going on here, though. Unless you count the mock opera that happens when a diarist does a GBCW. Which happens. I remember this one time, some guy threatened to jump off a bridge if we didn't mail him a bunch of money. With his dog, mind you. Turns out it was a footbridge and the dog was stuffed--well, it looked like it was stuffed, anyway. Hard to tell. Anyway, it made for some high drama at the time. And laughs. You like to laugh? Yeah, me too.
What's that? Oh, this? I'm working on a poll I'm going to to pass around the place. It's entitled, "Why Are You Blogging On Friday Night?" Here, take a look. Fill it out, if you want. Its non-scientific, and there's a margin of error of maybe 38-73 points, but that's never stopped polls around here before. G'ahead, here's a pencil. I gotta use the men's room.