I was then treated to lunch with them after the performance at Blind Bob's. Tom and I got cat-called by three biker MILFs sitting outside the Hole in the Wall. One of them had a megaphone when we walked back to the car. Yep. I didn't end up riding The bike back which makes me very lazy, but so be it.
I spent the remainder of the afternoon working on my lines, my lines, my lines, my lines and doing some research.
This devil isn't manufactured by Zoot, but it does have a nice feel. And it's always encouraging when surroundings are conducive to working.
So "Settle thy studies Faustus, and begin to sound the depth of that thou wilt profess . . ."
The storm wasn't as wild as I'd hoped but I did take a nap before meeting up with Brian and several other folks for a quick trip to MJs.
While perhaps not the most flattering pic for everyone (sorry Tyler) I feel it sums up the evening. : D
Now I'm waiting for my pop to pick me up so I can diagnose what's wrong with the Chromebook when I get back to Fairborn. Oy!