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| - I got wasted, man, and I was well under my allotted budget for alcohol for the evening. The drinks are made stiff and they're inexpensive so if you're looking to tie one on, this is really the place you should be going to.
Usually, when I'm tying one on at a bar and I find out that a band is going to start playing, that's like a death-sentence for my evening. The band will play terrible music so loud that any attempt at conversation will be futile and we'll have to lean in and scream in each other's ears. "WHAT?!" "I SAID I HAVE TO TAKE A SHIT!" "WHAT?!" While we were here, a band played inside and, sitting outside, we could still hear the radio music piped out through the speakers. It was perfect. The band played and I still hung out and shot the shit with my buds. I went inside for a bit and the band wasn't bad, either.
This place, compared to other dives, is a class ACT. There were no penises scrawled into the wall ejaculating onto a mangled vagina. As much as I love my juvenile coital scribbles, it's kind of nice to drink without having a veiny cock penned somewhere within my field of vision.
Aaaand everyone was really nice here. No one treated me like a dick. I paid my tab and jumped onto the lightrail which is approximately fifty feet away.
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