It is Thursday and Cari and I were feeling a bit frisky. Röbert came home early from work so I allowed him to put the kiddos to bed. Let him listen to Merlin blabbing on about baseball for a few hours and see how much he believes that I should be more patient.
We decided to dress down and go to a dive bar.
I had told her how much fun it was to drink PBR with Ty at this crazy bar a few months ago so we went looking for a “dive” bar, and hoped to run into a few hipsters.
We didn’t have any place in mind except I had heard one of the young teachers at school talking about where she was meeting Ty and some other friends for a beer last week, and that place sound pretty hip to me.
It took us a while to find it. The neighborhood was way more sketchy than we expected, but we thought that Rico’s Lounge might be nice.
When we got inside there were absolutely no hipsters and we felt kind of uncomfortable, but Cari ordered a Miller Lite, so we were stuck. I looked at the menu and it was not fine dining at all, but we ordered the chicken fingers and I got a plastic cup of vodka and lemon juice.
At the end of the night we made some interesting friends (Martin has a trailer from which he runs some sort of manufacturing business) and Cari had gotten some phone numbers for her friends at the drug rehab center.
I don’t think this bar was the Rico’s we were looking for.