Putting Out The Ritz

Last night I went out with my friend A.S. for a drink. It's always hard for us to get together, due to our
mutual inability to keep plans, but when we do, it's always fun.
We went to a neighborhood bar that is always crowded, but has a bocci ball court, so that makes up for it.
We sat and caught up and regaled each other with hilarious and touching stories and chatted with the
bartender about his new baby. We exchanged stories about getting caught shoplifting. Some stories
were old, some were very new. A.S. also told me about some sexual adventures that I hadn't heard about before.
It was all very shocking and entertaining and it caused me to drink 2 Jamesons in pretty rapid succession.
I couldn't help but notice when the guy next to us was served a delicious looking platter of Ritz crackers
and some sort of cheese spread. I guess he caught me staring like a starving orphan because he offered
us some of his snack. And it was amazing. The cheese spread was some sort of boozy creamy concoction
that left me wanting more. Turns out it's the only food item the bar offers, but next time I'm there, I'm
totally ordering it.
On my walk home I tried calling a couple of friends on the West coast who were the only people I thought
might be up at 12:00am on a Tuesday night, but no one was around. But it gave me an opportunity to observe
my neighborhood when most everone was asleep. The only people around were drunks like myself and hispanic
guys closing down the restaurants along Smith Street. It was very peaceful and I imagined a world without
baby strollers.