That's what I like about Lincoln.

I drove to work in an exceptionally good mood today. Not sure what exactly put me in such a delightful state of mind, probably the nice weather. But I chose to build on my good attitude and put in an old CD from middle school to cruise along to. Nothing like a little Dre and old school Eminem to make a good mood even better. I'm pretty sure that in our Abercrombie shirts and pink superstar tennys, my 12 year old girl friends and I were the blackest white kids at Norfolk middle. The ghetto rap music was just so relatable to us at the time I guess, we couldn't help it.

Anyway, en route to work today, I told myself I wouldn't let anything ruin my great mood. Nothing. I ran through a quick list of potential threats that could set me off. Turns out I have quite a few. For starters, something as simple as entrance doors can piss me off. Let me clarify, I don't hate doors all together, I just hate when doors are labeled as "enter only" and "exit only." Is this ever really necessary? Can't I just enter wherever the hell I want? I don't think the flow of traffic is going to be that thrown off. And since we're talking about entrances, you know what else really chaps me? When I go into a school with my 700 pieces of luggage and have to balance them all on my side so I can lean over and push the handicap button only to find that once inside the initial entrance there is another set of doors with a new handicap button to push. What are the chances any handicap person would only ever want to go so far as just the first entrance and chill there for a while? It's pointless. Like a roundabout, initial good idea, but you've got way too many people stopping when they shouldn't. But it's fine, these things weren't going to bother me today.

You know what else doesn't bother me? The sad fact that it's looking like the Spring game just isn't in the cards this year for me. Oh well. I didn't really want to go that bad. I didn't want to start out at the bar (inside or out) and drink a few beers and look at all the silly college photos that fill the walls and think back to a simpler time. Or sit in the beer garden with the sun shining on my face and watch unathletic college boys shoot hoops or play bags. Did I want a drink at Mainstreet, but only for a quick second because I have never really felt in place there but always try to make it feel okay anyway? Yeah, but only one. Would I have headed to the Downtown after to make sure and seal the deal on my sloppiness by dancing awkward and alone on their makeshift dance floor with Dj Jt Pauly D McBeats mixing killer techno songs in the background? Maybe. But it's not until the point when most bars don't allow you in when you know it's just about time. Rail time that is. But only if you're completely drunk and sweaty and don't have a care in the world. You cant mind a bit that the Rail bathrooms always seem to have more water on their floors than most public pool bathrooms. And stench? What stench? So what if soggy pub mix lines the tables, it makes the pretzels all the more delicious if you ask me. Are there Lincoln style hookers in the back bar? Only if it's a good night. Are the bartenders drunker than some patrons? Only if they're the good ones. And are the same old Rail songs playing from the Dj booth. Well I sure hope so. Lazarris to follow? Of course, as long as I can have some ranch to sip on while I wait for my spicy chicken slice. Thanks drunk Lazarris boys for making the best greasy, probably un hygienically made, pizza ever! And I don't mean this sarcastically, I truly thank you.

But not for me this weekend, maybe not even until next fall. But that's okay, because, well to borrow a famous line, that's what I like about Lincoln, I get older, and it stays the same age.