by Ryan Meehan
Tuesday was Garret’s birthday and I happened to have the night off so we went and checked out the Osaka Japanese Grill in Bettendorf. Everything on that side of Bettendorf is very strip-mallish in a Chicago suburbs type of way. It looks very suspect to someone like me, like I’m going to wake up and have to start tenth grade all over again in Downers Grove.
I went as the eighth wheel of a party that contained three couples. I don’t know why after all these years I still find myself awkward in those situations. Not to be a dick, but you’d that I’d be used to that sort of thing at 32 years old. Since it was Bivens’ spirit year anniversary and I was invited I had to be there. It was a Tuesday night, so we couldn’t drink but I’m sure we’ll take care of that Saturday.


