Hit the Rhino last night. I got pretty trashed because everytime I tried to leave, the bartender, a sexy blonde lady, was hitting on me and kept bringing me more beer. I wanted to stay and see what happened, but I had to do this whole super lame, "wake up in time to get to work" thing. So eventually I left and kicked myself the whole way home. I mean really, what's more important, work, or a girl?

I prolly should have said girl, but I was drunk and I did not have my priorities straight.

And Rhino continues to rule because of that. I spent 6 dollars, had 6 pints, two or three of those dollars were tipped. Many comped beers.

So I talked to my GM today. He was all like, "Hey anybody want to go to Inida?" I was all, "Hey sure, we're just training people, right? So its not, like, actual work?" GM- "... I guess". Me - "Rule, sign me up."

So I'm going to India. I'll be leaving somewhere in the mid to late february time. And no, I don't know where I'm going. It sounded like dubabuh. I know that's not it, but I'm not real good with this whole, "listening and making sense of what other people say" thing. Additionally, I'm teaching myself to be a Unix admin in my spare time. Seems like a useful skill to have. Well, provided I'm gonna be working on Unix systems.

And now, to go roll in the mud which is in the States, because, you see, I'm going to India. It goes to 11 over there. Not 10, 11.

And yeah, its gonna be effing summer. So all you jokers are gonna be freezing, and I'm gonna be all kicking back, getting a sunburn and wondering why in the hell I can't find a decent beer.
- posted by Pat @ 8:02 PM