Somebody has a case of the Mondays
Office Space, what a great movie. I have watched it approximately 1 million times (that may be a slight over-exaggeration).
I definitely have a case of the Mondays.
I will return to my normal style of posting. Fat Dan apparently didn't take a liking to my previous post. I was only expanding my style. So much for improvement.
The weekend went well. I was finally able to relax and not have to worry about work for an entire two and a half days.
Friday started at The West End Tavern for drinks and dinner. Fat Dan was a little slow in getting there and I was already two pints deep by the time he arrived. I was a good 6 or 7 pints into the evening by the time I left and headed over to Tony Packo's for more drinks. A few more drinks there and it was off to Nino's for a nightcap. This place, as usual, was packed.
A strange thing happened in the fact that apparently some guy bought me a beer. I didn't know who it was and wasn't sure if I should accept a beer that another man bought me. I'm sure I made the right decision in drinking it and ignoring whoever bought it for me. I was sitting with a women after all. If he was hitting on me then he should have known better. I'm straight no ifs, ands, or buts. If he wasn't hitting on me then thanks for the beer. Or maybe the bartender just handed to the wrong person, but I doubt this considering I knew the bartender.
Saturday was very nice and relaxing until about 9:30. That is when the drinking festivities began. I made it to by my buddies house then. He had been drinking since 1:00 and was pretty much drunk. I drank out of the kegerator until about 11:30 and then we headed up to Nino's. Nino's was packed once again and women were buzzing around like a bee at a family picnic. They were all over the place. One women in particular took a liking to my buddy. It was funny, she was sitting at the bar by herself and asked him out of the blue to watch her coat and drink while she went to the restroom.
Around this time, I decide that it is time to do a shitload of shots. Jager Bombs and Washington Apples are the choice of the night. About 5 shots in 30 minutes along with a beer every 5 to 10 minutes and I finally started hitting my buzz point.
Ok, back to the women. She chatted with us for a long time and generally seemed interested in my buddy. But for some reason she kept talking about a boyfriend. I thought she was a little strange and I figured their relationship was a little off if she was sitting at the bar with two random guys while her boyfriend sat at home. Go figure, women will do anything. Of course my buddy slipped his phone number to her right before she left. Which leads me back to the above interjection concerning shots.
I kind of figured the shots would finally catch up to him considering he had been drinking for so long. He kept saying that he didn't know what was going on. I told him it looked like he was doing very well for himself considering he slipped her his phone number. I wonder if she will call. I think it will be pretty funny, with the boyfriend and all.
In the end the weekend went well.
I definitely have a case of the Mondays.
I will return to my normal style of posting. Fat Dan apparently didn't take a liking to my previous post. I was only expanding my style. So much for improvement.
The weekend went well. I was finally able to relax and not have to worry about work for an entire two and a half days.
Friday started at The West End Tavern for drinks and dinner. Fat Dan was a little slow in getting there and I was already two pints deep by the time he arrived. I was a good 6 or 7 pints into the evening by the time I left and headed over to Tony Packo's for more drinks. A few more drinks there and it was off to Nino's for a nightcap. This place, as usual, was packed.
A strange thing happened in the fact that apparently some guy bought me a beer. I didn't know who it was and wasn't sure if I should accept a beer that another man bought me. I'm sure I made the right decision in drinking it and ignoring whoever bought it for me. I was sitting with a women after all. If he was hitting on me then he should have known better. I'm straight no ifs, ands, or buts. If he wasn't hitting on me then thanks for the beer. Or maybe the bartender just handed to the wrong person, but I doubt this considering I knew the bartender.
Saturday was very nice and relaxing until about 9:30. That is when the drinking festivities began. I made it to by my buddies house then. He had been drinking since 1:00 and was pretty much drunk. I drank out of the kegerator until about 11:30 and then we headed up to Nino's. Nino's was packed once again and women were buzzing around like a bee at a family picnic. They were all over the place. One women in particular took a liking to my buddy. It was funny, she was sitting at the bar by herself and asked him out of the blue to watch her coat and drink while she went to the restroom.
Around this time, I decide that it is time to do a shitload of shots. Jager Bombs and Washington Apples are the choice of the night. About 5 shots in 30 minutes along with a beer every 5 to 10 minutes and I finally started hitting my buzz point.
Ok, back to the women. She chatted with us for a long time and generally seemed interested in my buddy. But for some reason she kept talking about a boyfriend. I thought she was a little strange and I figured their relationship was a little off if she was sitting at the bar with two random guys while her boyfriend sat at home. Go figure, women will do anything. Of course my buddy slipped his phone number to her right before she left. Which leads me back to the above interjection concerning shots.
I kind of figured the shots would finally catch up to him considering he had been drinking for so long. He kept saying that he didn't know what was going on. I told him it looked like he was doing very well for himself considering he slipped her his phone number. I wonder if she will call. I think it will be pretty funny, with the boyfriend and all.
In the end the weekend went well.
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