This will be my last full night in Las Vegas for a long time. At least six months, maybe a year. The conference ends tomorrow at noon. Maybe I'll go over to the strip then. For tonight, I'll just stick with The Tilted Kilt. I'll take notes.
I arrive. Some fucker is in my seat. HenPeckedGuy isn't working - some hot girl is behind the bar. I've talked briefly with StupidGirl and ordered a Fat Tire (423).
This fucker better leave my seat soon.
This bartender is hot. I hereby dub her HotRioGirl. Believe it or not, the outfits the girls wear here aren't very flattering. Some of the girls can't really get away with wearing them. HotRioGirl can.
I should eat something. Nothing here ever looks edible though. Except the waitresses.
A bunch of assholes just came in. They all ordered Sam Adams. What a bunch of sheep.
I drink too quickly in Las Vegas when the beer is yummy. I'm ordering an Arrogant Bastard (46) to slow myself down.
HenPeckedGuy is here now.
Arrogant Bastard is kind of nasty, but I'm sure it'll get better as the glass empties.
I just saw HatGirl's twin. A little chubby, but still hot. She caught me slobbering at her and she smiled.
This fucker still hasn't vacated my seat.
I'm moving to the other end of the bar. It was either that or murder the fucker.
I've ordered a pizza thingy with no tomato sauce.
The waitresses here aren't allowed behind the bar. Weird.
I'm in a strange mood. I'm ordering a heterosexual Pyramid Hefeweizen (16).
Here's my official review:
(draft) The color of dirty piss. A decent head and good lacing. Aroma of orange peels. Thin and citrusy flavor and mouthfeel. A touch of grapefruit bitterness at the end. Quite disgusting.
My pizza thingy is here. It's pretty good. Needs more garlic though.
I just checked, and I don't see Bass Pale Ale on my beer page either. So now I know what I'm having next.
I just made two nerds try the Tilted Kilt Ale, and they liked it enough to order full pints. Yay me!
HotRioGirl forgot to pour my Bass.
Bass Pale Ale (16)
(draft) Light copper. Good head, good lacing. Whoa. A strong malt and hop aroma, quite dry. Thin mouthfeel but still quite coating. Malt and hops predominate everything. Surprisingly bad.
This beer is gross. No wonder a lot of people mix it with Guinness.
I just drunk-texted HatGirl. I told her about her twin.
I miss HatGirl.
There's a new waitress here who looks like Erika from Big Brother. She's hot.
This isn't working. I'm not slowing down at all. I'm switching tactics and changing to lower ABV beers. Ordering a Guinness (1307).
Except for the waitresses and HotRioGirl, this place is a sausage-fest tonight.
Ordering a Smithwick's (1404). I've been talking to some dude from Ireland, and he got me in the mood for one.
I am so cut off. Switching to Diet Coke.
Still talking to IrishDude. Now I'm thirsty though. Ordering a Tilted Kilt (496).
I am so cut off. Seriously.
Apparently, if you go to France, it's better to butcher their language than to simply admit that you don't speak it. This is according to IrishDude.
OMG that chick has huge tits!
IrishDude has left the premises.
Now two old women from Scotland are here. They just came from the Chippendales show. They are drunk. I'm one to talk.
Two new dudes are here. I think they're from America of all places. They're cool.
Dead Guy time (198).
The American dudes bought my Dead Guy. That was nice, but I'm not putting out.
The ziggy-zaggy guys are here now. Oh fucking boy.
Switching back to Diet Coke. I'm so cut off.
Been talking to a guy from Belgium that I met the other night. He's pretty cool.
BelgianDude bought me a Newcastle (2758). Fuck.
I guess I've drank all the beer in Las Vegas, and they're closing the place down. I'm going to sleep now.