I've started listening to Jonathan Coulton recently. Like, all the time. I plugged his name into pandora.com and shit got awesome.

So, man, I'm not doing real well at the moment. I had a lot of very questionable things to drink last night, mostly against my will. How was I assaulted with drink you may ask? I was leaving the bar. LEAVING! COAT(vest) was on! Bag! Was on! And then Mr. Hall challenged me to a thourogood sequence. I spelled that wrong and don't care. After a turkey, a chivas and a beer I began to mainline miller lite. I'm fairly certain I should not have been served after, like, 8 pm.

I'm leaving the bar, to go to another bar, and I get challeneged to ANOTHER sequence. Turkey. Chivas. Pitcher of lite ( oh god, what was I doing? ). Go to innertown. Buy two cute girls a beer. Try really hard to wingman up for the dude I met up with. I totally ended up knowing the girl I was talking to. She used to date Luc. fucked up, right? Her name is like Liz or something. I had zero memory last night. She kept telling me I should be a stand up comedian. And, by the end of the night, she was just calling me the comedian. I do not think she was being sincere.

To your unspoken question: yes, my gf is out of the country until tomorrow.


And I will now play WoW until I pass out, exhausted from life, at like 9.

Labels: beer, bourbon, chicago is a small town with big town pants on but don't believe the hype, scotch

- posted by Pat @ 12:10 PM