Sigh/grumble. That looks weird written out, but that is the sound I pretty much made as I say here, and decided to throw some words down....
Nothing exciting here. Ever. Yesterday, I decided to head down to the Post. Due to "low customer levels" the Post bar is usually closed through the week (Tues, Weds) and Mondays they open later (like 4pm) for just long enough for the dart league to play. Regardless, Saturday a couple of buddies were telling me to come up on Monday, even with the later hours. So I did. The two buddies met me there, and were all about how the bartender is new, and better looking than most of the others, etc. I was unimpressed. I'm of the age where the service has to be prompt, not with beauty. So I 'hung out' for a couple hours, then headed back to my regular spot. I lasted there a couple hours before I said to heck with it, and went home.
Today brings yet another meeting. Tonight's is the general Post/Aux meetings, and as par for the course, our secretary sent out the meeting notes from last month, and tonight's agenda, all at a late hour last night. Always last minute with this person, who was a past President for the AUX. Sigh. Maybe I just expect too much? I mean, c'mon, I secretary for two (2) meetings/month, and get my notes out within a day or so of the meeting (allows me for one night of drinking, to decipher the hidden notes within my notes).
Anyways, it is late morning now, and I think I shall head up to the pub for some beer, followed by the meeting this evening....
PeacE
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