Last night, Jerry and I headed down to Habits (plural, not possessive!) Cafe to celebrate the fact that it was only 28 days (exactly 4 weeks!) until the wedding. Ok, actually we went to meet a friend of his for a few drinks. And we stayed out just late enough that I was entirely too tired to update the old blog here last night.
The above picture is a sign above the table at which we were sitting. It has become a running joke between Jerry and me that any time we go to Habits, he leans in and softly whispers, "Corby's." The parrot told him to do it. A long time ago, in a far away land, we tried to convince Dusty the bartender that we should be gifted the Corby's sign only to be met with objection - not because it would be unfair and possibly somewhere along the lines of theft, but rather because the walls are probably so discolored around the sign that it would look stupid after removal. Oh well.
Anyhoo, as we were rounding the median to find parking, I updated my foursquare to say that I was at Habits... and apparently, I have been there enough that I am now the "Mayor" of Habits. A true feat indeed.
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