Sixty-one

I went to a bar off my normal path because my friend was the DJ there that night.  Throughout the night, I bonded with the bartender, Sixty-one.  He was tall, skinny, and wearing a Hawaiian shirt...his sense of humor made up for the shirt.  One of my friends showed up with some delicious garlic and butter edamame (I repeat, delicious) that we shared with Sixty-one, and he loved them.  If bonding over edamame isn't a sign, I don't know what is.  I told Sixty-one I had a brilliant idea, "If you are single then we should hit up the restaurant where these came from next week."  He did that thing when you kind of do the opposite of a sigh with an, "oh man, bummer" face and said, "I do have a girlfriend.  Otherwise, though, how could I refuse that unbeatable offer because you're pretty rad."  That response led to us having a conversation of how we want to use "rad" and "bitchin'" more often in our daily lives.

So no date, but I had a bitchin' night with a lot of rad people.