So, Tuesday was my first official day of work being a semi-lawyer. Also, that night, Waterbomb and Mrs. Waterbomb came to Buffalo! Naturally, we went out for beer and chicken wings. We met at Anchor Bar, aka the birthplace of the chicken wing. WB was pretty excited, because apparently down in NJ they have piddlyshit little normal-sized wings, e.g. not from chicken that were juiced like crazy with horse steroids. In Buffalo, we do it right!
Here is the Mister and Missus looking across the huge plate of wings we demolished:
And on the other side, we were broing down:
Here's the thing about WB: he loves his Guinness. No, I mean REALLY loves it. We got beers at the bar and then sat down at a table, and we both had about 80% of our beers. We ordered and the waitress asked if we wanted a pitcher of Guinness. We said we'd wait a few minutes, and then when she came back literally a few minutes later, his beer was GONE. I didn't even notice, his sips must be a normal person's chug. I still had two-thirds of mine left, I think I was actually aroused.
We talked about just about everything: Smogon, America, traveling, life. He and his wife are WICKED cool, we would've chatted for hours had we not noticed it was getting late and my sorry ass had to be at work in the morning. Before we left, we got one last shot of the three of us to juxtapose our respective heights:
In short: WB rules. Awesome night.