Rock and Roll on Lincoln

    After seeing The Separation, a friend suggested several restaurants for dinner.  There were three of us, one driving, one directing, and me.  I contributed nothing but agreeability.  Coming from an odd direction and being in a car, I got lost on the streets and turned around.  I kept thinking we were heading to Lincoln Park area but the street names were not right.  The driver required the director to get there, not being familiar with the place, so I sat quietly and questioned my own direction making abilities.

   Finally, we ended up at the Rock and Roll restaurant on Lincoln.  It was small, cute, well decorated, and had bubble tea.  I've never had bubble tea but have heard about it and still didn't try it.  This is what I ordered, basically rice, salad, and a large amount of sashimi on top.  Yum!

It was worth the confusion of getting there. 

A Sad Thought

     I found this sign at a antique store on Lincoln.  Isn't the statement so true?  It's true at a party, true in the house and true in life.  Alcohol makes everything seem so much better, but then we all have to get back to reality.  Great nights out still end, and the next day something needs to fill the place of beer to make life fun.  And I'm not meaning wine or vodka.

    It's always sad when I meet people who can't do without it.  Meeting up, they immediately suggest hard drinking as a starter to the evening.  Really?  You can't talk or joke without it.  They start ordering and get upset if everyone doesn't follow them to beerland.

   Or there are also the one who excuse themselves with alcohol with a "Oh, sorry, I was so wasted". To that I always thing, "Oh sorry, you're an ass."

    This is not an anti-alcohol posting, it's a "get a life, we're not in college" posting.   If the fun ends when the beer does, was it really fun?