Missing the Point

The table over there is where everyone was sitting, but it was full, so me, M, and Peter would up at this other table, where we could not, in fact, interact with any of these other people.

So much for that idea.

Just to the left was a table filled with drunken, extremely beefy guys who were exactly the type of obnoxious folk that make me not like bars. They spent a bunch of time flexing. The place seemed a bit too frat-y at night, and I think from now on I'll keep my attendance to earlier evenings and dinners here.