Comfort.

A new joint opened up recently on the lovely High Street and after driving past it dozens of times on our way out of Ye Olde Towne and remarking we should try it, we finally did. I believe we were on our way to get Dunkin' Donuts or something and decided actual food and drunkenness would be better.

After sitting down and deciding on beer for me and red wine for the lady, I drove the truck back to our apartment to fetch my bike and Kasey's ID. This way we could get tipsy and not have to worry about driving as we could easily walk the mile or so home. Also, attempting some drunken biking sounded fun to me.

The nice waiter man who gestured for us to come inside while we were scoping the place out took our orders before I left and as soon as I came back he re-appeared with bread and wine suggestions. He brought Kasey a red and a white wine to try (on the house) and true to her nature she picked the red. I liked the white better myself, which I promptly finished for her before my beer materialized. I'm horrible at picking alcohol when I'm on the spot, so I randomly settled on something with Oktoberfest in the name. It was good, I had two tall glasses.

With my bike propped up against the window we dined, and a good time was had by all. The music selection was unexpected and enjoyable (although last time we were in there it was country) and besides a few patrons at the bar and one or two other tables we had the place to ourselves. A couple leaving the restaurant stopped to admire my bike and gave me a thumbs up through the glass. The food was excellent and I sampled fried okra for the first time. I'm tempted to get a bucket of it next time I'm in there.

Near the end of our meal a man walked by the window and came inside. He had to be at least six feet tall, even without the very high heels he was wearing, which complimented his tiny shorts and sailor's shirt and cap. Did I mention it was Halloween? He was a pro on those heels and towered over all with a big red-lipsticked smile and 5 O'clock shadow. He was adorable. The bartender was dressed as a bumble bee. Sadly Kasey and I were dressed as David & Kasey, Off-Work Couple of Spontaneity. A ton of kids scuttled and scurried down the streets in costumes holding parents' hands as we drove around. I remembered wearing a snow jacket with/under more than one Halloween outfit.

Afterwards we hobbled home. Any attempt at drunken bike-foolery was foiled by yet another flat tire. This had the be the slowest leak ever, as I had pumped it up twenty-four hours earlier and even ridden it hard back to the restaurant. No impressing my female company with wobbly tricks or sympathy sex from falling on my ass. I'd have to rely on my charm and wit.

Did I get some? No. Was it because we were way too full? Yes. Damn you Full Belly, you win again.

- David