I've been in the city for all of two weeks. I know next to nobody. Thursday I go to get my hair cut and I'm talking to the cutress. It comes out that I'm not from here, so she's thinking of shit for me to check out while I'm here. Then she invites me out to her friends' dual birthday party. I'm no good with strangers, but she's hot and I don't have anything better to do. How fucking lame is it that I'm a fully grown adult and I'm nervous as shit about meeting strangers?
Her boyfriend would be thrilled if I brought over Halo but the host (my best friend) and my boyfriend wouldn't be as accepting. I am about to lose it on some kid in my party who will not fuck off with tea bagging my character.
A bar opened here a while ago that is possibly the most awesomely geeky bar I've ever seen. It's just a typical little hole in the wall bar in a nice area, but they have the walls lined with gaming consoles and arcade stations that are free to play if you're drinking. Street fighter tournaments, marvel vs capcom launch parties, guitar hero, etc. And really fucking good booze. They also have an open graffiti policy, as long as it's good. Shit gets cleaned off, good stuff gets preserved. Damaging good graffiti gets you a lifetime ban. A dress code that suggests chilling the fuck out, and rewards showing up in costume if you insist on actually making an effort. And a third bathroom for Pokemon. It makes the go out and drink or just play video games decision so much easier.
To me, this seems to hit the mark the closest. I know so many people that majored in something that really has very little to do with their current occupation, but they still have good jobs and are moderately successful...at least some of them are. Of course, I like computers and programming, so I majored in Computer Science, and now I am a programmer. I liked knowing while in school what I was going to be doing once I graduated and that I had a pretty solid chance of getting a job fairly quickly. Hell, I went from posting my resume to one of those job websites to starting my new job in just under 2 weeks. But enough of that. I decided to not start drinking too early today, but I'm thinking 6:30 is late enough. Time for a beer.
Holy shit, that sounds awesome. All the bars around here are pretty much the same damn bar in a different building, which is getting old. I would love to have a place like that nearby.
Let me tell you honkeys something. Abbaye De Rocs Triple Belgian Beer. Get this shit. $8 for a 750ml. Fucking mind blowing good. It's like getting a blowjob from 1984 Linda Carter while 1986 Wilford Brimley tongues your asshole. Maybe I have that backwards. Which one had the mustache?
What's with bars only showing sports or nothing at all? There'd have to be good demand for a bar that would show whatever the big prime time TV shows are. Go to your bar for House night, or whatever. Put on the Daily Show, and when there's nothing good on, show Mythbusters DVDs.
Worked for 6 hours today carrying concrete and digging post holes, got home and worked out, showered, just cracked my first beer of the day. It's 4:40 PM so I should be able to finish my 12 pack of cool, crisp, refreshing, Bud Light before I go to the bar around 9. Expect slurred posts from me in a couple hours.
He said digging pot holes, not collecting unemployment and "working on a memoir." I've been in a couple bars that showed porn. But it was always old porn, shown ironically.
I went to a bar in Key West one time that was showing porn on some of the TVs. Only it was hardcore gay porn. And it wasn't a gay bar, but it was Key West, so I guess all the bars there are gay bars. Lesson learned. Lesson being: Be careful what you wish for. That and just assume you're going to see a lot of gay shit in Key West.
So I was fucking around on youtube looking for a live version of Pearl Jam's Dirty Frank. Its a good, funky song but its kind of obscure. Or so I thought. This lovely lady posted a video of herself pole dancing to it. Keep in mind that this isnt a sexy song. In fact, its about a bus driving, serial killer. I guess she's good at it though.
This will mark my drunkest post here. Me and the roommates decided to finish a 60 together... plus alot of random booze we had kicking around. I havent read jack shit in this thread other than this.... fucking captain morgan, Im totally waking up in the tub tomorrow.... Maybe I wont hack on chater's laundry this time.