Monday, October 29, 2007
Last Night...
I was quite inebriated when I wrote that last post. And I'm paying for it this morning. Ibuprofen and gatorade. Breakfast of champions.
This guy came up to me at the bar and asked me if my last name was DeLeon. It sounded like a cheap pick up line and I wanted to ask him if his last name was Del Douchebag. But I held my tongue and he ended up buying me a beer. Not to get me drunk and take advantage of me, but probably because he knew he was a douchebag and wanted to make up for it. He claimed he was a writer for the AP and Yahoo and he was critiquing the bar. Yeah, again it sounded like a lame pickup line. But he kept buying drinks for everyone, so at that point you just go with it.
The Red Sox won the series last night. Lame. I don't like the Red Sox.
The bulk of my night was spent talking about music and how the Backstreet Boys are the greatest boy band ever. And I got invited to go see them next time they pass through. Sweet.
And in the same conversation about the Backstreet Boy we brought up the Dixie Chicks, The Cure, and Prince. I couldn't remember if I had been to see The Cure or not. I vaguely recall being passed out at a concert, but then I remembered that was Depeche Mode... among others.
Ugh, almost time to go to work.
This guy came up to me at the bar and asked me if my last name was DeLeon. It sounded like a cheap pick up line and I wanted to ask him if his last name was Del Douchebag. But I held my tongue and he ended up buying me a beer. Not to get me drunk and take advantage of me, but probably because he knew he was a douchebag and wanted to make up for it. He claimed he was a writer for the AP and Yahoo and he was critiquing the bar. Yeah, again it sounded like a lame pickup line. But he kept buying drinks for everyone, so at that point you just go with it.
The Red Sox won the series last night. Lame. I don't like the Red Sox.
The bulk of my night was spent talking about music and how the Backstreet Boys are the greatest boy band ever. And I got invited to go see them next time they pass through. Sweet.
And in the same conversation about the Backstreet Boy we brought up the Dixie Chicks, The Cure, and Prince. I couldn't remember if I had been to see The Cure or not. I vaguely recall being passed out at a concert, but then I remembered that was Depeche Mode... among others.
Ugh, almost time to go to work.
