I took notes Saturday, thinking I'd use them to write a proper entry sometime Sunday. Well that plan sucked, and it's two days later, so I'm just going to try and get caught up.
7:22
Browning's is too fucking crowded. I doubt that there's a beer on Earth worth putting up with this.
7:40
I'm at The Red Star Tavern. My night here has started out just fucking great. The waiter rolled his eyes when I requested no slaw with my burger and fries. So now I'm getting a spitburger. Oh yeah, and a BBC Bourbon Barrel Stout (294).
7:43
They usually have BBC Dark Star Porter here. I hope it comes back.
7:47
I always like it here at Fourth Street Live. There are actual girls all over the place, unlike Rich O's. It's also a little haunted, and that is like Rich O's.
7:51
This beer is yummy.
7:54
I just made them change the TV from some poker documentary to the Reds game. I'm an asshole.
7:55
Food is here. No slaw. No detectable spit.
8:07
Everyone working here is scowling. It's probably my fault somehow.
8:10
I just noticed that on the Milwaukee Brewers' shirts it says "Cerveceros." That's weird.
8:14
Food is gone. I've moved to the bar so they could have their booth back. I also tipped 30%.
8:20
I'm outta here.
8:25
Now I'm at The Pub. I don't see that one bitch working. Good. I order a Newcastle (2260).
8:29
The Pub has also pulled Dark Star Porter for the bourbon stout. What, it would kill them to have two BBC beers on at the same time?
8:30
This Newcastle is yummy. Which backs up what my friends and I have been saying for two months. Either what they sold at Rich O's during DaveFest was old and stale and flat Newcastle, or it wasn't Newcastle at all.
8:40
The Stella Artois drinkers crack me up. They pay a premium price for imported piss when they could drink domestic piss for a much lower cost. And, for the truly cost-conscious, I'd piss in their glasses for free just to watch them drink it.
8:45
Speaking of piss, I have to.
8:52
It's a very quiet crowd here tonight. Not just here at The Pub, but all along the street. It's crowded, but quiet.
8:55
Another Newcastle (2280).
8:59
Some shithead across the bar just ordered a black and tan, took one sip, then paid and left. Maybe he realized how stupid he looked drinking a black and tan.
9:15
The bartender tells me that all the hot girls won't start showing up until after 11:00. That sucks.
9:18
Piss time.
9:20
I'm not really sure what I should think about a certain reader's absence. I'm quite hurt and disturbed by it, but I shouldn't be. I shouldn't care at all, but I do.
9:29
Fuck.
9:31
Some woohoos have sat at a nearby table. I hate them already.
9:32
Except for that one girl. She's smoldering hot. I like her just fine.
9:34
The dingbat next to me just ordered "An ale, but alight ale." I hate her.
9:36
The woohoos suck.
9:40
Okay, the woohoos and the light ale dingbat have run me off. I'm outta here.
9:45
Piss time at the Hard Rock.
9:48
I'm just having a Diet Coke here. This one bartender has awesome hair. It's spiky and purple and pink and black. She's hot.
9:55
This guy next to me has had a shot sitting in front of him since I sat down, but he hasn't drank it. I'd drink the fucking thing myself, but Holly isn't here. I only do shots with Holly. I miss Holly.
9:59
Okay, now the guy is sipping his shot. What a pansy.
10:05
I'm outta here.
10:26
I arrive at Rich O's and take a piss.
10:28
I have a Smithwick's (896).
10:35
I wonder if that pansy has finished his shot yet.
10:36
This place is a sausage fest again. There are two girls out in the loser area, but that's it for all of Rich O's.
10:46
It's boring here. I should go somewhere else.
10:56
I'm outta here.
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So I went over to another bar, and I ran into a girl I know, and I drove her home because I'm a sucker for damsels in distress. I was a perfect gentleman though. We talked and watched a movie and she fell asleep (passed out) on the couch with her head on my lap. She was like a sleeping kitten, and so I didn't want to wake her so I just reclined the thing back and slept myself.
When I woke up my entire leg was numb from the weight of her head, and I could barely walk.
