A pint

"Hey you want to stop by the Irish pub for a pint"
"I can always stop in for a pint".
Thus started one of the best Sundays i can remember. We were on our way to K-Mart to pick up some deck furniture and a small grill to cook some steaks. One pint turned into a pint and a very rare whiskey for Matthew, neat of course, and some wonderful live music by some cool old dudes in kilts. We met some nice people and they convinced us to stay and have dinner. The food was great. The atmosphere was very much like Brocach, which of course made me miss home, and the music made me miss my great celtic heritage. It was a little odd hanging out in a bar with a bunch of kids running around, but it was fun. This lady brought her two year old son and he was so cool. Me and Matthew got to hang out with him. He was hilarious!! We got him some water and he kept spilling all over himself because he didn't know how to use a straw yet. We went home and burned stuff in the little picnic area at our apartment complex. I forgot how much I missed fire. It is very relaxing. Fire kind of puts me in a trance. All in all it was a great Sunday.