(I feel the need to explain that I wrote this post before the Newtown tragedy)
I got to hang out and talk to one of my old doormen (was so happy it was my favorite guy! Michael) After a short tour of the building we used to call home, the boys and I met up with my parents again, and headed to one of my favorite pubs from my days of yore. We had dinner at Cassidy's Pub.
Burgers, Fish n chips, and what have you. Perfect in every way. It was a loud Irish pub, just next door to my old apartment building, where I spent many many many hours, back in the day. It really was an extension of my home, way back in my young, interesting, beautiful days.
The boys loved it because it was loud and busy and had seemingly no rules of etiquette (in a good way).
I loved it because my burger was insanely ridiculous, and because my heart was warm with great memories of my former home away from home. My Mom looooved her fish n chips, and Pop lamented about not having another chicken cutlet courdonbleu when we got home.. so I think he liked his meal as well.
R acted like a lunatic that had escaped the asylum on the busride home, but I am willing to overlook it if he sleeps late tomorrow! Fingers crossed... and I'm really crossing them HARD!!! lol
THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT!!!
THANK YOU, GOOD NIGHT!!!

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