I went to the Rhino again tonight. Yes, sadly, I was alone. However, I met yet another girl(there a lot of girls), I caused some havoc and I got drunk.

I also made a bunch of notes explicity for this post.

-I talked one of the bartenders into sprarying some his friends with water from the tapper thing. It wasn't the beer tap. It was that flexible cord tool thing that dispenses a number of things. But he sprayed water. And I got blamed, which makes it good.

-Michael Jordan, the greatest player in basketball history who only played for the Bulls. That wasn't Jordan playing for the wiz.

-The Bulls need to give the ball to the fat guy. Eddy Curry. He knows what to do with it. And he's Piefull. Piefull means fat, thanks Doug Stewart.

-Kirk Hinrich is the Rookie of the Year. He sees the court like a seasoned vetrean and he has the best moves I've ever seen from a white guy. I'm talking drive from the arc, make three defenders look silly and then score. He's amazing.

-I like being drunk. I went out alone tonight and it was awful until I started feeling drunk. I think I may have a problem.

-I made these notes while I was in the bar. Yes, I was making notes for the Grog while I was boozing. Shouldn't I have something better, like beer, to take care of while in a booze hole? I live for these posts. So all four of you should shower me in Guiness.

-I was totally "that guy" tonight. I was that guy that you end up talking to at the bar while you're getting your drinks. He's(me) is just sitting there, drinking alone and he starts talkning to you. And he won't shut up. Yeah, I was "that guy" for a bit tonight.

-Tyson Chandler is back. I don't know how healthy he is, but he is back. Thank you basketball Lords.

-So I had a post awhile ago about this guy who rewrote a bunch of the Lithuanian Consitution. That guy played me like a two cent bitch. Sorry, he lied. All he does is hang around the bar, spend an hour or two on the shitter, and then he goes home. I don't know what his actual deal is, but he lied to me. Sonofabitch.

-I had a "Beer Goggle" feeling tonight. It happens. You have enough to drink and every female is attractive. Thankfully for me Andy taught me how to recognize the beer goggle feeling. I had it. I have, written down, "go home alone. Its best."

Thanks Andy(fishman)

-I hate Tim McGraw. An exgirlfriend wanted to marry him. It was just her idol guy, or whatever. I don't want to know that. I will forever hate him. I really don't care if you only like him because of his music. That, right there, is someone I have no hope of competeing with. He's a country music god. Or something.

And yes, Laura(she doesn't read this Grog) I do hate him from when we dated.

This was a massive post, courtesey of me being drunk and sadly, sadly, alone. But its all good, because I am not drunk. Nope. I am shitfaced.

I'm gonna go pass out and look forward to an incredible hangover tommorrow. I hope everbody else wakes up without said horrible hangover.

And yeah Erica Enrigth(this last name is misspelled. I hate names) was my first drunken cell phone call. It was tonight. And it was good. Go St. Louis Erica.

And the girl...

Well, I'm gonna try. And the notice will be posted here as soon as it happens.
- posted by Pat @ 1:43 AM