I'm Drinking in the Rain....Just Drinking in the Rain...

We got caught late Saturday afternoon in a downpour as we strolled through Old Town. Actually, I was in Pacers getting fitted with a new pair of running shoes ...faaaaaaaast sneakers in hideous pink and silver (who designs these things?)...when the sky opened. We thought we could race the thunder home, but we got as far as the very gross Rocket Grill (think beer stank and cigarette smoke) when the big drops started to fall. So we did what any respectable couple with two children in tow would do....we ditched into the bar for a cocktail. As soon as the sky cleared we got the Hell out of there, but just two more blocks down the street...more rain. So, we did what any slightly tipsy but respectable couple with two children in tow would do....we ditched into the Hilton hotel bar, for another drink.

It was quite the walk. Unlike the Rocket Grill, we found some comfy chairs, snagged a bag of gratis bar popcorn for the boy and settled in with our drinks to watch the ponies running the 134th Preakness Stakes at Pimlico. We're lucky that there are no additional bars in the two additional blocks that separate our home from the Hilton. Or are we?