So I went out with my friend on Saturday night and we ended up at Baileys, where unfortunately the UFC fight was goin on so it was pretty crowded but I was offered 2 seats at the bar by a very nice gentleman so we had a nice little spot to take it all in. I ordered my vodka/water and it was delish - the bartender was mad hitting on me and he was alright looking I guess and I was super comfy chillin at the bar drinkin and smokin. But this girl I was with has some kind of radar, or super talent for finding and then bringing over the most retarded, ugly loser guys in the entire place. I was mortified. So reluctantly she went over to the fight side with them and I told her I would meet her but was sooo not looking forward to it. I was like look I have to close out my tab, to my pleasant surprise my bartender fellow had purchased 2 of my drinks and since I gave him my number I felt no need to tip so I only spent 11 dollars (which is usually the max I spend lol). That's my kind of night when I minimally have to pay for shit and am not forced to talk to losers. I never got a chance (thankfully) to go over to where my friend was because she had realised very quickly the wrongness of her decision and asked me if I wanted to leave, it was a little before 1 so I was ok with it, I wasn't looking to get drunk and the scene was getting kinda tired. Even still I still woke up the next morning dreaming of gallons of water and my mouth felt as dry as lemon potpourri.
Meanwhile today I was freaking out this dude at work by my stellar and disturbingly accurate recitation of the first half of Wayne's World. Oh well I guess that is what my brain is full of, nothing useful of course!
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