VWP Redux

OK, like an idiot I allowed myself to be enticed by an invitation to the local watering hole.

Friday night and, as I expected but hoped against, the place was cheek to jowl with Very White People.

I have an excess of optimism when it comes to hoping there will be at least one person, just one, that can carry on an intelligent conversation.

I had one beer and went out and sat on the curb by the truckmobile.*

The ants on the street were more interesting than the herd in the bar.

The VWP yesterday evening were a different bunch of VWP than the last gaggle I wrote about. Not as different as apples and oranges but more different like a macintosh and a red delicious apple. Same species, slight differences. Just as fatuous, though.

* It's been hot, muggy and raining. The heat is bothering me more than usual and one beer was all I could handle. I'm tired and not feeling real great and shouldn't have gone anywhere but to bed.