I went to Rich O's. I took notes.
The place is about half-full of strangers. The only person I recognize is CuteBlonde. I sit at the kiddie table and I order a Delirium Tremens (444).
I'm trying to use my mental powers to make the fucker at the end of the bar realize the futility of his life and leave. He has no beer. He's reading a fucking newspaper. What, they don't have newspapers anywhere else?
This Tremens is so yummy. I wish it had less alcohol in it.
I'm supposed to tell people about SassyGirl's party, but she hates even more people than I do.
I think this fucker is trying to memorize his newspaper.
CuteBlonde left, so I'm moving to her seat at the bar. It's the wrong end, but it's still better than the kiddie table.
This one chick keeps looking at me. She might be the same one that tried to pick me up that one night. If so, nice body. If not, still a nice body.
I'm trying right now to be sad. It's not working.
Now I'm trying to be happy and that is working. Imagination is a funny thing.
PaperBoy is finally fucking leaving. Yay! I'm moving my shit to the other end of the bar.
The secret to being sad is to imagine that you're happy. After a bit, abracadabra, reality shows up like a bull in a china shop.
I order a Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier (659). They've got the big bottles again. Bigger is better.
I can imagine those two seconds, lurking somewhere in the future, I can imagine them over and over and over, and it never fails to make me smile.
I'm not finished with the Weihenstephaner, but I'm ordering a half-pint of this:
(draft) A very dark red. Bourbon aroma is very faint - almost not noticeable. The flavor is a quite mild stout with only the slightest hint of bourbon showing up in the finish. Not too bad.10:38
Last week I found out that my 'blog had gotten somebody in trouble. This week I could put somebody else into a world of hurt. But I won't.
I finally remembered to ask about the ABV in this bourbon beer.
Nobody knows. I'm guessing it's less than 7%.
After further review, this beer is yummy. I don't know why though.
That one slut changed her hair. It looks good, but there's no telling what it will look like once she washes all of the semen out of it.
I've finished the bourbon beer. Back to the Weihenstephaner.
A chick just came in that looks like Ella, but not as hot.
I miss HatGirl.
FutureDude has joined me.
Apparently the bartenders call the island area the "red bar" area. I like mine better.
I order a pint of Diet Coke and I buy a Weihenstephaner glass and two bottles of Weihenstephaner. FutureDude thinks that I'm planning to get fucked up tonight.
Fuck it. I'm going to ask.
He claims to have no idea what I'm talking about.
DooRagGirl is here.
I'm outta here. White Castle sounds good.