17 | March | 2013 | godfatherofgreenbay's Xanga Site

Well I started drinking at...around 3. Thought I was going to say earlier, didn't you? I was supposed to go pick up my dad's car at the dialysis center but I can't drive myself there now can I? My aunt was supposed to take me but she got into one of her hair-brained schemes and she calls me at 3:30 and so I tell her that I had been up since 7 because that's when I thought we were going and that we can't rightly go now because by the time we get there it would be closed. We also had to go in and pick up some of my dad's effects. I started watching an Amish show on National Geographic and thought I'd take a drink every time I heard the word "Amish" but that didn't work out for me. About 4:30 a friend calls me up and wonders if I want to go to a new bar in town so I went. It was the bar that was once my family's shoe store. I sat directly underneath the old shoe store sign that they have mounted on the wall. The owner said that was fitting and I said, "about 20 some years ago I was sitting right in this spot selling shoes." I don't think he cared. The cool thing about this bar is that they got the recipe for a beer that was brewed in town up until the late 50s. It's so good. My grandfather always had positive things to say about it. He even told me stories of how there were German POWs in town and they put them to work at the brewery. Then after some green pizza and green bread sticks I came home and drank some Hopalicious and watched Dr. Who. My cats were rather clingy until I realized they were hungry and while I was gone they ate all their food. Well sober isn't fun so I'll wrap this up...dad's still in the hospital, no clue when he's coming home because a blood test revealed he has an infection somewhere. Tomorrow is another day but today is #caturday