...and then the crazy walked in.

Tonight I met Neighbor Girl at the pub. She lives not far from the pub in the opposite direction, and we linked up for dinner. At what would have been the end of a night when we both proclaimed we weren't staying out late, a "regular" walked in - he was looking for a particular bartender, but recognized Neighbor Girl. An hour later, and a fair bit of bad breath, Mr. Crazy was still talking to us, and Neighbor Girl nodded to the bartender to bring some extra beer our way - it was either that or I was going to abandon her to her fate and run home to bed. The downside of being a regular is being known to the other regulars. He meant well, but... he was crazy! Also, how come the crazies all know the famous people? At least, according to them.