Judd and I went down to Los Gatos last weekend and ended up at C.B. Hannegans or some crap. A very strange crowd in there; Judd guessed that we were younger than the average while I though we were about the average age. I temporarily forgot how old I was and turned to Judd, “Wait, how old am I? How old are you? 27 or 26?” Anyways, we had a good discussion until a 60 year old dude walked in and then we turned to each other and agreed that the average just notched up a few.
With his good eyes, Judd saw from across the room that 10 year single malts were on sale for $6 a cup. We were paying $6.50 for Crown & Cokes, so we figured we’d save some money and grab some hard stuff. Holy shit was that a mistake.
After that we went down to Mountain Charley’s and watched as some drunken birthday meatbag got into a bouncer’s face and started screaming at him because he wouldn’t let her into the bar. She was not nearly hot enough to scream in a bouncer’s face and when she went nuts and started flailing around 4 dudes jumped on her to restrain her. Funny as hell, though you know if a dude did that he’d be bleeding into a dumpster out back instead of merely being restrained. See, I think if a bitch is gonna get froggy then let the bouncer put the smack down, law-free.
After that we went across the street to Carrynations and waited while no one came to get us a drink. The only really notable thing that happened there was I walked into the bathroom just as some dude was throwing up into the sink. “Hey,” I said. “Hey,” he responded, “… woo, man.” I walked to the urinal while he cupped his palm and sloshed some water in his mouth. He was pretty calm and collected for a dude that just ralphed all over a bar bathroom. See, now if the bouncer had seen him do that he’d be inspecting a fist up close in the back parking lot.
Aaaaaaaand after bar time we went somewhere in Santa Clara where my top pair lost to top two pair and I picked a fight with Scott… twice. The first time we were just fucking around and the second time I really wanted to put him in a figure-four on the front lawn. No suprise if I’m never invited back to that house. As Trent said, “Whatever I don’t have to be nice to everyone some people don’t like me I don’t like certain people.”
I think we got home around 5am. I wanted to call Wirksu and scream something at him but figured he wouldn’t be up at 7am. Instead I went to sleep only to wake up with a very large headache. the end.