Pretzel party in my pants?

Looking at a map, I just realized Friday night’s family graduation party for my cousin is at a party hall right next to one of my favorite bars.

Clearly this is a sign that after the party I should toddle my fancy-dress ass on over there and get me some townie strange.

If that plan fails, the bar also has bangin’ cheesy pretzels, so the situation looks to be a win either way.