Work has made me cranky recently. So cranky, in fact, that one of the guys at work who plays in a band on the weekends and I have started conjuring up a second career. We spontaneously decided we're going to drop everything and buy a bar. And, everytime one of us is in a foul mood, we add to the bar. So far, the bar has oak paneling with a mahoghany bar top and high back chairs instead of stools. There will be a section of the bar that is a literay section with books adorning the walls. Another week or so of this and we'll probably have enough details fleshed out to set up a business plan. Why a bar, you might ask? Well, no one calls you at home on your day off (or at Idlewild, if that's where you happen to be) and says, "Hey we're out of vodka. We know you can't do anything about it, but we wanted you to know." They'll simply just start serving gin or tequila.