I was the first one to arrive, at a little before 10pm. I settled in at the bar just as some guy next to me was getting kicked out. I didn't see why. Though he was wearing a visor, which may have been part of it.
Now, I'm fairly certain I haven't been drinking that much more in my enforced downtime, but I really wasn't feeling it. Even after a few beers, a round of Tuaca (I suggested the round, which I never do), and some sample shot of some caffeinated vodka that some drink reps/shot girls were handing out. (It was kind of nasty. Also weak.)
There are some photos. Here's one I took:
two separate occasions, someone saw me standing and started in on the "Hey, this is the men's roo...", before they saw that I was, in fact, a male, and just sort of trailed off.
I played dumb and didn't pursue the matter. I know I need a haircut.
At the end of the evening, some guy who may or may not have been associated with the bar came in and started yelling, "You have 5 seconds to finish your drinks and get out of here."
Other people at the bar took offense to this. There was a lot of chest bumping and such. The yeller got hustled out.
I drove home, quite sober, but way low on gas. The needle was on E and the low fuel light was on. I knew I had some leeway according to the odometer, but I drove really conservatively on the way back.
Sounds like a really weird out!
Instead of the warning about loose women it should give a warning about drunken Irish men! LOL
You might be drinking a bit more. Boredom will do that for you. So will unemployment.
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