Well, that was a fuck-up of a day. We wanted to go to a specific brewpub that we went to last year and it was great, and bring people with us, but then, yeah.

It says closed outside. The website says open.

Trying to find a restaurant that can accommodate twelve people and seven dogs on short notice?

Well, let’s just say the most common response was laughter, and one was sorry, we’ve had too many dog fights.

Of course, after most of us gave up and headed back, one of our party went back by the original place, and guess what?

It was fucking open.

So, we eat, just five of us, and it was quite pleasant, but it left everyone else feeling like we pulled a fast one and wasted half their day.

Well, sorry, people. That sucked.

People should update their fucking signs.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1128 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: Hammered, Elizabeth Bear (I don't know why I bother to try and read on vacation; no one will let me have a minute's peace, which is the fucking point of vacation, is it not?)
Comics: A Righteous Thirst For Vengeance 2-3, Deadly Class 49, The Scumbag 11
Music: Warped Tour 2001 Compilation, Various (but mostly Anti-Flag and Flogging Molly)