Krista’s Dad was in town for one last night, so we all went out to eat at Jojo’s in the east village. It took an hour for us to get seated, even though the yahoo at the door told us half of that. We were just on our way out the door when we finally got a table, and things seemed to be fine after that.

Afterwords, we went down the street to McSorleys, where the waitstaff is rude and the beers are tiny, but that’s all part of their schtick. It was a pretty sweet joint.

Krista’s dad is pretty amusing, and interesting and odd at the same time. You’d swear he was drunk all the time by the swagger in his voice and the off-color comments he often makes. The guys sure likes to talk too. Nearly talked my ear off.

And finally, for once, I didn’t get myself lost on the way home.

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