Last night I dreamed (drempt..) about what happened at The Triple Crown last Tuesday*. I was on a date with some unknown girl. We went into a bar, and had a few drinks when suddenly I realized someone was eyeing me. It was the manager from "Cripple Town," where I immediately realized I was. I pretended like I didn't see him, went to cash out, and left the bar. He followed me out, lit up a smoke, and said, "I thought I told you never to come back here!" I told him to piss off, and get over it. "It was an incident that happened a while ago, and nothing was going to come from it anyway," I barked back at him. I totally cussed him out for being such a prick, and then I woke up. I think that night really had an impact on me, but it's not like I'm going back there anymore.
*See blog entry "Boycott The Triple Crown" published Wednesday, February 01, 2006