Rather uneventful day of bad luck

Friday the 13th: what could go wrong? Not much really, I suppose. Didn’t get too much done in the way of work – spent a bit too much time farting around (trying to get Champions League tickets on the Kop for the Bologna match in the Champions League for an Italian friend, for example – but did still manage the odd productive chore.
 
Ottawacker Jr. out at the end-of-season team party… at Lasermaxx. Mrs. Ottawacker and I drove him there and, having discovered that our one errand wasn’t feasible, we found ourselves stopping in at O’Brien’s pub on the way home. So, we had dinner there, or what passed for dinner. A Lebanese platter and wings, and a couple of pints of Guinness. It’s been the week for it… Mrs. Ottawacker then went to pick him up.