The Archer

So there I was, minding my own business, alternating between studying for five minutes then checking to see if there was anything new on the internet, when Chris knocked on my door. He asked if I wanted to go to a pub in Fairhaven called the Archer and see a Celtic band play. It wasn't a hard choice. They were really good, plus I had a Guinness and some French onion soup, then I won a game of darts by hitting the bullseye. So, that's how my night off went. I should probably go back to studying now. Internet bad!