I'm so happy to be home! Work should have been easy, fun, and painless today, as every flight was damn near empty, but a certain dipshit coworker of mine insisted on making my day drag on and on. Thankfully he usually works early mornings so I never have to see him, but today he was working most of the day, while I had to come in earlier than usual, so I worked with him for a majority of the day. He blatantly sidestepped safety regulations, mouthed off to me repeatedly, failed to do fulfill his own job duties while questioning me on the fulfillment of mine, and kept turning the radio back on and tuning it in to a country station every time I turned the damn thing off. I've been joking a lot with people lately about bareknuckle boxing, but I really wanted to take this guy outside today and lay him out in the parking lot. He's another one of these ex-Marines who thinks he's all the shit because of it. Damn, that guy just needed a good ass-whooping today.

Forgetting him though, tonight is my Friday night, so it's time for me to move on and enjoy myself. Last night was an example of living fun and fancy free. Okay, I hyperbolized last evenings fun just a little, but not too much. I accompanied Corey, Carrie, and Matt to Ravens once again. We sat at a table right by the front window and were entertained for a good portion of the evening watching dumbasses seeking the entrance open the next door over leading up to apartments above. On any given normal evening there, we might see one or two groups of people attempt to enter the wrong door, but last night there must have been a minimum of twelve groups of people trying to enter through the wrong door. We also saw "Wild Bill" there again. Wild Bill is the name given by the manager of Bar by Ikea to our old friend The Pervert. I'm not sure if the name is taken from The Silence of the Lambs, but as the name is much more family-friendly, I shall now from this day forward refer to The Pervert as Wild Bill. Although I was not the one to coin the name, I hope that others will read my post here and start using this name to refer to him. Word on the street - and I'm not one usually to spread rumors of this sort - is that our dear friend Wild Bill is banned from Sammy's. This ban is not related to the recreational activities which we have noted previously in this blog, but rather due to other activities which are much cleaner, yet less appreciated by the proprietor of any decent establishment. I'm beginning to get the impression that Wild Bill is starting to become as much of a local legend as Biggy Rat was back in the days when our parents attended high school in the area. Back to last night, Wild Bill was there drinking his usual Diet Coke and staring at the asses of females. At one point, our server tapped him on the arm and inquired how he was doing, after which she sat down to bend over - she said she wasn't feeling well - and he stood there staring at her ass, after which he moved around to get a nice side view as well. Thankfully, Wild Bill kept Li'l Bill in the holster last night. At closing time, I was going to stop at Jim's and ask Stan for his opinion on whether I should start the Tavern Tour at Cold Shot or Muldune's on Sunday, but he was busy breaking up a fight inside Jim's - ah, the life of the bouncer - so I didn't want to bother him. Not at all surprisingly, one of the guys involved in the fight was this dumbfuck who majored in philosophy at UW-Milwaukee. I only know this because a few months back we ran into him one night when Corey, Erik, and I were at Ravens. Erik was pretty smashed that night - it was his last night in town before he moved down to Chicago - and this guy, with whom Erik apparently had a class or two at UWM, came up to Erik and started a conversation with him, but was totally talking down to him the entire time. Yeah. Okay, so that pretty much was last night.

Back to today quickly, I finally finished reading Vanity Fair, so now I can get started on a new book. I still haven't decided which one, but I have more than enough unread books on my bookshelves from which to choose. I should get going now, because I need to call Matt back and see if they're ready to party. Or booze it up.