Hello again, gentle reader. Welcome to day 5 of this improbable mission on which I find myself: To get my picture taken every work day leading up to Christmas, in different parts of Halifax.
Tonight, once again, I am with my Toastmasters friends, only this time it’s at the downtown bar Durty Nelly’s. I keep wondering why it’s not called Gnarly Nelly’s. I mean no disrespect to the proprietors. I am genuinely curious why they didn’t opt for an alliterative name, to make it easier to remember the place.
At any rate, after our meeting tonight, we retired to this fine establishment, there to enjoy convivial relations with one another, to drink a bit, and consume victuals. It was a most engaging evening.
Of course, the highlight was to pose with these lovely young ladies. If I were just a bit younger, ladies and gentlemen, and single, and these women dated outside their species, I think I might have a chance with them.
Looking at these pictures makes me realize how unconscionably fat I’ve become this year. Frig, I look like Herman Munster in that last picture. I have to go hit the gym again, folks. There’s no kidding around here. It’s getting to the point where, when I get up in the morning, my belly hits the floor before my feet do. It is not a nice feeling, and it’s not a nice sound, either. If you don’t like the mental image, just imagine how I have to tolerate the actual one.
Make it so.
I am not back to work this week. Taking a couple of days off. No more Christmas tie pics until Monday. It’s not too late for you to make your suggestions for tie milieus either. Send them my way, ASAP.
Apparently it was wear gray night. I love gray. If I'm not mistaken Durty Nelly's is named after a famous 400 year old pub in Ireland. Details might not be right but it's something like that. Everything in there (tables, chairs, flooring, decorations...) is imported from Ireland as well.
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