So the first three hours were a waste of time. Some might argue that it's all a waste of time. Maybe they're right.
It was crowded as fuck. I stood at the end of the bar and had myself a Spezial Rauchbier (1282). Then a dude left from the bar so I grabbed that seat.
I watched pint after pint after pint of Rogue Chocolate Stout get poured, and I became fearful that it would be going away soon, so I had a pint of that next (1392).
At one point, this chick sitting on the sofa called out to me that some "redhead" had just come in looking for me. I have no idea who that might have been. Actually, that's wrong. When I'd first arrived, one half of TeamHotness had been sitting out front. So it might have been her, except that she's not really a redhead.
Once a seat opened up on the sofa I moved over there, but then I went to the restroom and when I came back Roger had stolen my seat. Nothing I could do about that - it is literally his bar.
So I fucking stood.
You know how 65 million years ago, that asteroid came and killed all the dinosaurs? Well, a few minutes after that happened, these people sitting on the loveseat and the throne paid for their drinks. They then sat for the next 65 million years, staring at their feet, while I stood and glared at them.
Once they finally left I moved to the throne and ordered a Pyramid Snow Cap Ale (60). I'd had this before, but I went ahead and updated my review anyway:
(draft) Dark cola in color. decent head and lacing. Nice and smooth. More complex than the first few sips indicate. Spices and hops and nutmeg and molasses are what I think I detected. A good beer.Oh yeah, I almost forgot.
Before Roger stole my seat I got a phone call. The screen said BadPickleGirl. So I immediately assumed that someone had stolen BadPickleGirl's phone. I mean, that seemed much more likely than her actually calling me after a month would be, right?
But it wasn't a thief, it was really her. She just wanted some info about the Las Vegas airport.
So that was exciting.
Anyway, after my Pyramid was gone I had a Diet Coke. I was getting pretty bored and I was thinking about maybe considering going home but then my friend Eric and his wife Teri came in.
So we sat and talked for an hour or so. They told me a story that helped to renew my faith in the court system, so that was good.
At 12:30 or so they started kicking everyone out so I came home.