I went to Rich O's. I took notes.

9:40
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).

9:44
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?

9:50
This Tremens is so yummy. I wish it had less alcohol in it.

9:52
I'm supposed to tell people about SassyGirl's party, but she hates even more people than I do.

9:55
I think this fucker is trying to memorize his newspaper.

9:56
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.

10:00
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.

10:10
I'm trying right now to be sad. It's not working.

10:15
Now I'm trying to be happy and that is working. Imagination is a funny thing.

10:16
PaperBoy is finally fucking leaving. Yay! I'm moving my shit to the other end of the bar.

10:20
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.

10:21
I order a Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier (659). They've got the big bottles again. Bigger is better.

10:25
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.

10:32
Piss time.

10:34
I'm not finished with the Weihenstephaner, but I'm ordering a half-pint of this:

BBC Jefferson's Reserve Bourbon Barrel Stout (10)

(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.

10:50
I finally remembered to ask about the ABV in this bourbon beer.

10:55
Nobody knows. I'm guessing it's less than 7%.

10:57
After further review, this beer is yummy. I don't know why though.

10:59
Piss time.

11:01
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.

11:02
I've finished the bourbon beer. Back to the Weihenstephaner.

11:05
A chick just came in that looks like Ella, but not as hot.

11:06
I wish a Natalie or Neela or Rachel clone would come in.

11:09
I miss HatGirl.

11:15
FutureDude has joined me.

11:16
Apparently the bartenders call the island area the "red bar" area. I like mine better.

11:30
Piss time.

11:40
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.

11:41
Fuck it. I'm going to ask.

11:42
He claims to have no idea what I'm talking about.

11:50
DooRagGirl is here.

12:00
I'm outta here. White Castle sounds good.