You got a dry Martini, thinking you're cool

I DVR'd the HBO stuff - now I have something to watch tonight. Last night The Husband & I went on a Sunday night date for overpriced raw fish and beer. It's ok that it was overpriced, because we factor in the added value of free entertainment. We people watch. And not really in a smooth or unobtrusive way, either. The martini-swilling, faux-society-set are not quite as intelligent, well-spoken or entertaining as Al Swearingen and crew, but it was still worth the price of admission. Although I really would have preferred to have been ready for this steamroller Monday when I crawled out of bed. Don't Mondays at the end of summertime after a night with beer always feel like steamrollers?