Britt's sister knew more about each of us than I think I'm comfortable with. Well, I guess that the upside is that there was nothing left to be embarrassed about. We drank more beer, laughed like children, hugged a lot, yelled jokes across the table and smiled like we had nothing in our teeth. We stuffed our faces with pie and beer. We even left one slice on the table after paying our bill, which for me, is crazy.
We moved along down the street for Madrone, which, I believe, is under new ownership and has been improved immensely (still has a way to go though before it becomes a hoody staple). I ended up having to leave early, work, blegh. I headed home, eyeballing the cuties who were just heading out. None of them eyeballed back.