Yesterday was the Owl & Pussycat’s birthday. Nine years old. It seems like this little micro pub has been around forever, though. I don’t go there a huge amount, as it’s not on my doorstep, but I do enjoy visits when I do.

I left home at three. The O&P opens at four. I wanted to get some cheese in the deli next door first. I did that, and when I came out, Tim and Dennis were there too. We all went in together. We had several beers. Kathy got there soon after six. We had a couple more drinks, and then we all went to Monty’s for some food. We spent a good couple of hours in there. We went home on the bus and train, and got indoors around ten thirty.