laugh.

I am sitting at the table with four other people. One is standing. They are discussing a biker rally in Virginia Beach happening over the weekend. Loud pipes for no reason, overweight "tough guys", the even tougher women, friction zone for miles and worst of all overpriced beer. This does not interest me. My eyes jump back and forth from the large television and the lights of the electronic dart board when I notice how dark it is in the bar this afternoon. I mention this to the guy sitting across from me. He replied with a shrug of his shoulders and two fingers raised above his head to let the bartender know we are ready for another round. The race qualifying does not seem very interesting and the dart board uses its sound effects to laugh at me. I am not amused. Just when I think the evening is going to be dull, the bottom of my eyes detect the glow of my phone on the table. This is what followed the glow.

N: Clubhouse!!!!!!!!!

Me: how you know im here?

N: Sheit, where else would you be a 430 pm on a friday??

Me: you know me to well my friend.