Bab 701: A Waste

Some evening this was turning out to be.

Food gradually going cold, my once immaculate clothes getting wrinkler by the second, and that's not to mention all the time, concern, and effort invested on this one thing tonight only for all that work to be sent plunging down the trash chute as one of life's many, many garbage jokes.

So, as opposed to a nice warm dinner with the fam, passing salt shakers, pouring pitches, and chortling merrily along over a wisecrack I just dished out, instead, I got to spend the evening on the couch, clinking wine glasses, while snuggled in as comfortable as can be with a clingy, doting Amanda wrapped tightly around my arm. 

Yeah, like I said before… some evening, amirite?