Went out Tuesday night to celebrate my friend’s last week in Dallas. He’s going to another law firm for the rest of the summer back in his home town of Baird, Texas (aka BFE). His older sister came along and she basically knows everyone. We started out at a sushi restaurant and she knew the bartender. I had three (or four?) long island ice teas. I was feeling quite happy. The sushi was great as was the people-watching. After that we went to another chi-chi bar that specialized in tequila. Before I can say “in over my head” my friend’s older sister is talking to a guy in a blazer who turns out to be one of the owners. They’re friends. So I get another long island, this one on the house. Then we see Don Nelson, former Mavericks coach. He’s totally sloshed. The next hit is some bar I can’t remember by now. I tried to drink a 7 and 7 but it wasn’t happening, so water became the beverage of choice. Then we run into Tim Cowlishaw, who my friend claims is a sportswriter for the Dallas Morning News and sometimes-guest on ESPN. My friend ogles Tim. I ogle the flashy-looking girls walking around.

Went out again last night but kept things in check. Two beers, no celebrities, just a safe Jewish happy hour. I was home by 11.

The firm is throwing a happy hour tonight and ANOTHER tomorrow night. So that will make it four nights in a row of going out. After this run I may have to go on a dry spell to make sure my liver and I are still on good terms.

And now it's 8:00 am and I gotta run to work.