Sarah and I just had a beer date with Kraig at the W.A.B.. He looks really nice with the respectable salesman tie without his usual mil-spec hairdo and goat.
Let’s hope that’s not the last we’ll ever see of him.
So, we snuck up on Ol’ Narg’s joint on whim after our shooting the breeze with Kraig (since we were in the area…can’t hurt to drive by, you know?) and called him when we saw lights on and people moving around inside. We were dropping all kinds of hints that we were within visual range (i.e., “Stop pacing when I’m talking to you!”), but he wasn’t getting them. It’s nice to pull a fast one on Ol’ Narg when you haven’t seen him in a long time. Fortunately, Miss Carrie Jo seemed forgiving of our no-warning drive-by.
We like her.