Prologue: Same as last night. I sat at the bar and wrote in my notebook when I felt like it.
I arrive and order a Rogue Chocolate Stout (80). Tastes awful because I just brushed my teeth. The solution: Drink faster.
Here's my rock admiring the Tilted Kilt glass.
It's pretty dead in here right now, at least at the bar. Good.
A couple in their forties just sat next to me. They're looking at the beer list. I'm going to guess: Bud Light for her and Sam Adams's for him.
I was off, but not as far off as you might think. He got a Sin City Amber and she got a Sprite. I hate them.
One of the waitresses was complaining that somebody took her picture without permission. I told her that it happens to me all the time. I'm not sure what's so funny, but she laughed and touched my arm. She must want it up the butt.
I'm revising my opinion of the couple next to me. The girl is in her mid-thirties, and the guy with her may be her father.
Another Rogue (96). Fucking yummy.
Another revision. The chick is a pro and the dude doesn't know it. He actually thinks that she's interested in him.
The john just got a black and tan. He's telling the hooker that it's what everybody in Europe drinks. What a dork.
I wonder if every entry I make this week is going to be this boring.
There are some incredibly ugly people in the world.
Some fuckers just sat to my right. I'm guessing three Foster's. I may have to close my notebook as one of the fuckers is being nosey.
Two Grey Goose Martinis and one Bacardi & Coke. I should have known, but my brain is geared toward beer.
I'm taking off my glasses. Watch out ladies!
Steve the bartender is working tonight. We're talking about how freaked out I was at this time last year.
Showed PictureGirl my rock. She thinks it's cute. She definitely wants it up the butt. My dick, not the rock.
A hot girl just sat to my left.
This glass is almost empty. Do I want another Rogue?
Yes. Yes I do (110).
The hot girl left. Oh well.
I can feel myself being pulled to the Southeast. I wonder, if I'm being pulled by her, am I not also pulling her toward me?
Time to take a piss.
A goth couple just sat to my right. My guess: Guinness for both of them.
I nailed it.
GothGuy is smoking a clove cigarette. Now I'm starving to death.