I guess I’ve recovered from being sick. There was nothing to eat in the apartment so a little after midday, I had to go out to keep from dying of starvation. Went to Big Foot, where my BFF was bartending. Ordered food. She walked back to the kitchen to get it. She had tight khaki shorts on. “You need to walk to the kitchen more often,” I told her.
“Why, so you can look at my butt?” she responded. “Paul, that’s kind of creepy.”
How is that creepy? I’m a straight guy. I will admit, despite all the trash-talking I do on the blog, I love my BFF and truly enjoy her company. But I’m still a guy. I look. We’re hard-wired to look. It’s just that I’m not afraid to admit it. It’s been my experience (my own in earlier days, and watching other people) that when a guy and a girl are friends, and the guy claims he never, ever looks at the girl that way when he obviously does, that the result is a distrustful, screwed-up friendship. I refuse to do that anymore. I love my female friends but I don’t apologize for being a guy. Heck, I do Tube Top Month in this blog, how much more could I put it out there. You either get me or you don’t.
Okay. Off the soapbox. After I ate I went to the Saucer to get my final 3 plate beers out of the way. Beer report:
Previous total: $1,252.50
Beers 205, 206, and 207 (but 198, 199, and 200 according to the Saucer):
Anchor Steam $2.75
Rogue Shakespeare Stout $2.75
Spaten Oktoberfest $2.75
Tip: $8.25 x 3 beers = $11.25
Grand total: $1,263.75
…and the quest for the second plate is over. I’ll fill out my form for my plate tomorrow night (assuming my beer tickets get scanned, which I know they will because Jamie was the bartender) and have my plate party sometime in the days to come.
My BFF’s mini-me quit the Saucer yesterday.
Okay. The only thing resembling actual news in this post: Onix on South Main has 2-for-1 happy hour according to people I talked to tonight. It lasts from 5 to 7.
Off to bed.