I'm just going to combine all this into one entry.
Friday was so damn long ago, but I'll try to describe it for those of you that actually care for whatever reason.
SCRIBBLERESQUE PARENTHETICAL THOUGHT: Besides my lovely self, there's one person on Earth that knows the courage it took for me to go into Rich O's Friday night. Even though that courage was wasted, I'm still kind of proud of myself.
The place was, of course, packed as fuck. It wasn't quite standing room only though. In fact the only seat still available was the throne. This dude that looks like my cousin Robbie was there in the living room area with a bunch of people, I asked him if the throne was taken, and he said that it wasn't. So I took it.
I ordered a Founder's Dirty Bastard (30). At the time I didn't remember that I'd tried this last year, or I'd have ordered something else.
The group in the living room area consisted of the dude that looks like my cousin Robbie, a smoldering hot blonde girl, and some dipshits. I think they were dipshits because of their ages though - they may grow out of it eventually. At least they were all drinking real beer.
Oh, before I forget. The other day I came in after work and tried something I hadn't tried before:
Unibroue Maudite (10)
(draft) Quite yummy actually. This surprised me until I remember that the same brewer makes La Fin Du Monde. If I had to describe this, and I guess I do, I'd call it Newcastle on steroids.One of the dipshits kept trying to talk to me. I answered his questions as efficiently as I could while I scanned the room for a better place to sit.
So then this tall hot blonde girl with very short hair got up from the island and walked over towards me. She got to within about four feet before I recognized her.
It was DooRagGirl!
Man, she'd got her hair cut short! It was really a huge difference.
Anyway, I ended up giving DooRagGirl the throne and I moved over to the arm of the loveseat. The dipshits were becoming more and more dipshitty - one of them started loudly proclaiming his desire to have "anal sex with any girl, at any time."
Classy, huh? I redoubled my efforts to find better seating.
Eventually some people left the island so DooRagGirl and I moved over there and sat with CoffeeDude and InterruptingCow.
I had another beer:
(draft) A very pretty beer, hazy orange with a nice creamy head. The taste was a little sour, but in a good way. It reminded me of a good lambic more than anything else.The night was fairly tame, despite my heightened surprisaphobia. I talked with CoffeeDude and DooRagGirl, then once InterruptingCow left a couple of PBDs sat down and we all just bullshitted for a while.
I had myself a couple bottles of Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier (558), then went to White Castle and came home around midnight.
Saturday, I was in a strange mood all day.
I wasn't going out at all. I'd already tried to go out in the early afternoon, but I'd ended up just turning around and coming back home.
Then, at around 6:00, I figured that going out would be a waste of time, so I decided to just stay home instead. I slept on the couch until I was awakened by HatGirl wanting to know how crowded Rich O's was. So I told her that I wasn't even there yet, but that I'd let her know.
The place was packed with strangers. I texted HatGirl that information then, a few minutes later, I texted her again and told her I was leaving.
What I ended up doing was going over to The Pub in Louisville where I had myself a couple of yummy Young's Double Chocolate Stouts (335).
Then I went back to Rich O's, hoping that the crowd would have died down a little.
It hadn't died down that much, but the seat at the end of the bar was at least open, so I sat there with my back to everyone.
I had a couple bottles of Weihenstephaner Hefeweissbier, and eventually the ghost showed up and made me smile.
That's it. Another weekend gone.
