Woke up this morning, and thought, “Did I drunk-post about Jumper Cable Guy last night?” Yep, sure did.
Heard a story last night I thought I’d pass on. A friend of mine was trying to get on the trolley on Main Street. The trolley was stopped, and he heard someone cussing up a storm inside. He looked in the windows, and the only person in there was the driver, so it had to be her. She was talking on her cell phone. He knocked on the trolley door, but she was yelling and cussing so loud she couldn’t hear him. She went to the other end of the trolley and started to turn it around, still talking in her phone. My friend knocked on the door. This time the driver saw him, and she screamed at him that he had to go to the trolley stop, and then she started cussing him.
Has anyone else experienced this kind of behavior from a trolley driver? Some of them are very courteous and friendly, but there are some rude ones as well.
The upcoming Midtown crawfish fest this Saturday at Overton Square reminds me of a story from a few years ago… the Madison Avenue trolley line was new at the time, and I figured I’d ride it to the end of the line at Cleveland and then walk the rest of the way. I didn’t see a trolley at Madison and Main near my apartment, so I figured I’d start walking down Madison and hop on a trolley when I saw one. However, I walked all the way to Bellevue before one appeared that was going my direction. Bellevue is only two blocks from the end of the line, so of course I wasn’t going to pay a dollar to ride to Cleveland. So I walked the entire way to the festival. An hour and five minutes. The trolleys are so undependable, although they look a lot better when compared to MATA’s horrible bus system.
I hope my BFF is scheduled to work day shift at her job on Saturday. I don’t feel like putting up with her stupid ass at the crawfish festival. I still haven’t officially kicked her to the curb, but I’m close. I’m waiting for her to give me a reason – the straw that broke the camel’s back, that kind of thing. Last night I saw her and she actually acted like something resembling a normal human being, so I didn’t get the excuse I was looking for. I’m sure it’ll happen soon though.
The crawfish fest I’m most looking forward to, though, is two weeks from today – the Rajun Cajun crawfish fest Downtown. I’m still irritated with myself from last year – a lot of people later told me, “I was at the crawfish fest, but I didn’t see you.” That was due to a 3-hour side trip to the Saucer and a 1-hour side trip to a nearby rooftop. I’m cutting all that crap out this year. No side trips. I’m staying at the festival the entire time it runs, from 12 to 6. I love street festivals because I get to see people I only see once or twice a year, at street festivals.
On to last night’s beer report. When I scanned my UFO card in the Beer-Tron-A-Ton computer, I found that not only had the Saucer had not credited me with the missing beers I asked them to put back on, but they had failed to credit me with any of the beers I drank Friday either. By the end of the day they had put three back on, which is half of what needed to be put back, and that’s not counting the three I drank yesterday.
Previous total: $1,060.50
Beers 179, 180, and 181 by my count (and who even knows what the Saucer count is anymore. It damn well better be 177 as of end of day yesterday by the time I get this straightened out):
Old Rasputin $6.00
La Fin Du Monde $6.50
Raspberries & Cream mixer (raspberry lambic + witbier) $5.00
Tip: $17.50 x ~30% = $5.00
Total: $22.50
Grand total: $1,083.00
Brunch at McGuinness at 11… Saucer at 1… Calhoun’s at some point in the evening. Yay! I get to see Amy and Lauren in the same day. Of all the ex-Saucer girls who now bartend elsewhere Downtown, those two are my favorites.
Still astonished that Jumper Cable Guy came up and introduced himself. Now that the alcohol has circulated out of my system and I have a chance to think about it clearly, I don’t believe his story for a second. If he’s telling the truth I wish him well, but he’s told so many lies to so many people that I have every reason to believe he’s lying to me too.
Time to throw on some clothes and head to brunch.