i just got back from a nice dinner with mom and jim over at the barn door in millersville. can’t beat the petit filet mignon and crab cake combo. there is a story that some might tell about how my dad may or may not have crashed into the barn door one night while he was attending college at the ville. makes me smile every time i got there. anyway it was good to get some good grub in my stomach as i was working the hangover yet again this morning. last night was a blast. quaye, lance, and i started out with dinner and a couple of beers over at doc holliday’s over by F&M. and the running pun for the night started there when quaye asked the waitress for a side order of the spicy slaw. it was simple stupid humor at its pinnacle. ate too much and needed a nap? spicy slaw would make the perfect pillow. lance said the only way he would eat it was if it was off of the waitress. understandable i guess. the other thing at doc’s was all the creepy animals mounted on the walls. their eyes would follow you around the room. and by the end of our stay there we were convinced that they were all part of some elaborate surveillance scheme hatched by the people that worked there. even the short hostess was in on it (hobbit love for veg). after doc’s we made our way over to the house of pasta. there we met up with quaye’s brother and wife, both named chris, his cousin and his wife, the former jessica witmer who we went to high school with, mike booth, who i have know since third grade i think, and mike roschel and his wife (known roach since kindergarten i think). a couple of hot chicks at the bar and good conversations. also ran into heather funk who i hadn’t seen since we graduated. we all thought she was real hot back then. it is odd how some of those girls become average after a couple of years. and of course the average ones get hotter. i think that is a law of thermodynamics or something. you know, transferance of heat. and while i had a good time meeting some of the girls at the bar, none of them would join us for the next leg of the night at the blue star. something about somebody getting shot there a couple of weeks ago. i don’t know. they had a pretty funky band there last night. it is hard to describe there sound, but it was good. kind of a ska, polka, hippie, grunge, german rock type of sound. i think we closed the joint but i am not sure. either way, it was off to denny’s for grub. i couldn’t go without getting one of the slam breakfasts at 3am. mandatory for me. booth and quaye went with burgers. no spicy slaw though. then the drunken surreal part of the night for me was taking booth home. see, he lives on my old street. harvard ave. is where we lived when mom was married to bart (her second husband) back in the day. over fifteen years ago as a matter of fact. but the weird part was that booth lives on a part of harvard ave. that used to be a corn field when we were growing up. driving through the old neighborhood i could help but have the flashbacks of riding our bikes around there. summers at greider park. playing army throughout the alleys. wiffle ball in the field behind west end fire hall. same place jas bit it on his bike and had macadame stuck in his teeth. building forts out of cardboard boxes that we got from the dumpster of the appliance store a couple of blocks away that were awesome until the next rain. times when the most dangerous thing was crossing columbia ave. on your bike to get to rebman’s or jamesway for the newest g.i. joe guy. its odd at times having so many places where you feel at home.