so this weekend i went to revolution. i like this hash. i like the people, the location, the low key atmosphere, so why you might ask yourself is mr. bad mood writing on his blog on sturday night? well, without getting into specifics, i left this morning due to a revolution of my own. i have been asking people to not behave around me in a certain way. a way that i have grown to dislike, one i probably should have disliked earlier. it was nothing bad and was never meant maliciously, it was just something people do to one another. the difference this morning was, though i had mentioned my need for a stop to it, it continued. i decided to pack up and leave, so i did. i am glad i did so.
on a less dramatic note, on the way home, i stopped at a cracker barrel for the first time ever. the funny thing about it is when i went to get a table, the hostess asked me if i wanted smoking, non smoking, or first available. looking into the restaurant, and seeing only one other person at a table, i felt the need to say first available just to see how long she would make me wait for a table. ok, so it might not be funny to you, but fuck, it's not about you.
MBM
