Joy and John and I had further plans involving Hot Truck subs, but we weren't quite ready for that. After a couple of hours at Willow, we moseyed on to Felicia's Atomic Lounge. First, though, we called John's friend Jenn, who's graduating this weekend. She met us down there, and the others had drinks while I had a slice of Amelia's marvelous three-berry pie.
On the way out, I said hi to Megan-Mack, who'd come in and was sitting near the end of the bar, and introduced her and Joy. She leapt up and gave me a tight hug and tried to hide the bandage on her forehead; she's being silly and not taking the prescribed painkillers, but at least she's willing to have a drink or two. I bought her one when I paid for my pie.
From there, more beer seemed to be the consensus, and Jenn lives near and likes the Chapter House, so we went there. That's where I met the other Mindy, who grabbed my arm while we were talking about which beers to get, and dragged me over to the bar. She was buying a round of Irish Car Bombs for everyone in reach, and I guess she figured I could use one! She pressed the two glasses into my hands, and those of a few other folks, and we drank. The Black Heart Stout I'd chosen lasted a lot longer. :-) We then dropped Jenn at home and headed up the hill, where we watched a "Penn & Teller: Bullshit!" and a "Simpsons" before going to bed.
John was showering when I left this morning, and he's probably off to Syracuse by now for a stop at Dinosaur BBQ and then his flight home.