Current location:	Seattle, WA
Current mood:	cheerful
Entry tags:	dolemeck, gregory price

Happy Birthday, Dolemeck Night! (Open to anyone who knows Dolemeck)
"One thousand, one hundred, and fifty years..." Dolemeck mused to himself as he wheeled about the apartment he shared with Tyler. It was still hard to believe he was that old. He certainly did not feel it, and he feared that if someone put THAT many candles on a cake that it would burn down the apartment complex! Perhaps it was best not to tell anyone it was his Birthday?


He managed to get on his pea coat and put a ski cap on his head. It was brisk in Seattle, today, and he doubted the doctors would want him catching a cold while he was still recovering from that Tryk attack. The last thing he wanted was to be scolded like some child.


Perhaps a quick trip to Greg's bar was in order. A nice warm mug of spiced cider sounded like heaven at the moment. Or he could go to the tea shop that was close to the apartment... where would he go, today? Who should he hang out with? So many possibilities.


"Tyler, I'm headed out!" he shouted back towards his room. "I shall return later!"


With that he wheeled out of the apartment and headed out. The tea shop was a bit crowded this evening, so he decided to pass and just head to Greg's bar for a drink or two. Once inside of the bar, he took off his ski cap and fixed his hair a bit. Smiling, he wheeled himself over to Greg, who was behind the bar as always.


"Good evening, Greg. How are you feeling?"