I was at happy hour at Big (C)hunt w/ coworkers

I was at happy hour at Big (C)hunt w/ coworkers.

Brandon had been egging me to go. Then I was there. And it sucked, was retarded. But, whatever, no reason to be negative. I did, at last, talk to the hot Indian girl w/ the big bottom that spell checks at work. She's an editor. I spoke w/ her and her bf. She is really beautiful.. .and exacting. Brandon had gotten crunked and was all loopy. I was like, "yeah, you're drunk." And he's like, "I am kinda buzzin', I'm not gonna lie. Can you tell?" And I was like, "well, you're kinda aggressive acting at the moment." He had been talking about how he was getting w/ a girl tonight. It was depressing to hear this. He wasn't going to get laid tonight. This is what single guys do I guess. I was beside myself depressed. I went to the patio area. In the back was a small alcove w/ a broken table. I sat next to the table and put on my windproof pants. The couple across from me saw this and laughed. It was funny to see a guy put on pants out of the corner of your eye. They didn't notice when I loaded the bowl. Brandon went to the next shithole and I walked outside ready to ride, but forgot my card and had to go back inside. I rode to Dupont circle and made a few circles before I took a hit. There were a number of people milling about in the post-dusk half light. I coasted in the brisk air. The temperature was 53 degrees. The days before, during the inauguration, it had been in the 20's. It is so nice to ride when the weather doesn't suck. I started to feel better. This feeling will pass, like everything else.