I also had no plans, and it would be good for me. Also, surrounded by classic rock types pretty much meant the prospect of any male interaction beyond my engineer boys was nil. I was in.
Angela: Only if you can guarantee some Scorpions and some classic Megadeath—yes?
Dave—lab: f**k off, you snobby cow. See you at the lab in an hour!
That evening I met the boys in what was our usual booth in the downstairs bar. That I had a usual booth in a heavy metal dive bar never failed to strike me as one of life’s unseen twists. I was wearing my best AC/DC tee for the occasion. I had bought a collection of metal T-shirts because I thought it would amuse the guys, and they were duly amused every time. I also liked the designs. I was never really one for pretty dresses in any case.
The boys were alw
