Dinner at Max's

Yesterday I was working at the bookstore when my phone started buzzing.  Being the industrious employee that I am, I ignored it and made a mental note to check it for messages on my break.  Then it buzzed some more and I started to worry that maybe it was important, so I wandered out of sight into the back room to see what was up.

The first message was from Max, telling me to come over after work for good food and liquor.  Sweet!  The second message was from the boss at the theatre, telling me that the other guy hadn't shown up and he needed me to come in and close after I was done at the bookstore.  Crap!  Somehow, they both managed to call within five minutes of each other.

So it wasn't until about 11:30pm that I ambled into Max's, at which point all the food was gone (homemade sushi) and the party was winding down.  That is, until I unveiled the bottle of Jameson I'd brought with me.  A few Irish Carbombs and Cannonballs later, we were all giggling at each other as Little Jon and Dave scoured the kitchen and put together an impromptu chocolate fondue.  Thus galvanized, the party was able to forge ahead until 3:00am.  I'll post the picture as soon as I figure out how.