Dinner, Drinks, and Dancing

We headed out for a night on the town with some college friends yesterday evening. In fact, this was my old college roommate. It's funny how life's travels take you from one place to another, and after many years, we've ended up in the same town.

We headed to Granite City for dinner, which is a small brewpub here in Omaha, although it appears to be a national chain as there are locations in several states. I had a barbecue chicken pizza which was delicious. I also had a couple of their light ales, and it was good too, although I'm not much into weird and chewy beers at all.

After dinner, we headed over to another bar in town, the Seven Monkeys. We joked about going to another bar for drinks and dancing after that, something we haven't done in many, many years. The band playing that night supposedly was known for its 80s repertoire, something that would really appeal to us. However, we never made it out of Monkeys as we sat there the remainder of the night and enjoyed many, many cocktails. My wife ended up drinking a Jungle Juice martini (wtf, never heard of it), then several more double chocolate martinis. I have to admit, they were tasty, even the one that she nearly spilled all over my arm.

After a few hours, we decided to call it a night. However, as we drove out of the parking lot, I joked about heading to the next bar where the band was playing. Even though my wife was already off her rocks, we ended up at the Arena Sports Bar to listen to a few songs. After a couple more chocolate martinis and a couple more Bud Lights, we headed for home.

We had a great time, although I think my wife is having second thoughts this morning. She didn't feel too well most of the day, but seems to be back to her old self this afternoon. Ah, we're not as young as we used to be. We commented that back in college, we could do this 2 or 3 times a week, get home at 2 am, and be up and ready to go to work the next morning at 7 or 8 without thinking twice. Now, it seems it takes nearly a day to recover from a drinking binge, and several more days just to catch up on sleep. Alas, to be young again.