Saturday, October 02, 2004
Dr. Jewart and Mr. Terrible
Going out to Jekyl and Hyde's reminded of one reason why I started smoking when I drink. It slows down your consumption of booze.
Not that I can really complain. Last night I got wasted off 3 beers.
Of course, by 3 beers, I mean I had two drinks, then I drank a beer called Terrible. Terrible comes in fifths. The same as a wine bottle. Terrible is also 12% alcohal by volumne, the same as some of the higher strength wines, like Merlot.
You really have no idea what a little bit of Merlot can bring out in some people. Or what a lot of Terrible can bring out. In other words, Terrible is a great way to get lit for the night.
Chuck and I hit up Jekyl and Hyde's with James Wiltz. James had a great T-shirt. It was this shirt from T-shirt Hell.com. I want that shirt.
It was a great time because we were at a great bar. I'm definitely going to go there every friday night. We showed up at 8:30 and where the only people at the bar. We got to hang out with the bartender. Within an hour, the bar was packed and we were lucky if we didn't have to wait 5 minutes for a drink order.
One of Jekyl and Hyde's great features is guest bartenders. Chuck rose to fame in this category. So he and I are doing it on November 2nd. That's right. Come watch the polls close and get drunk with Chris and Chuck as your bartenders. We hope to have red and blue jello shots. November 2nd, 8 pm. Mmm-mmm, bitches.
Chuck also had some game going on. There were some really hot 30-somethings that came
in after us, and Chuck went to mac on them. They were all about him, because he had a sticker that said he worked for NASA. They asked him if he was 28, and he said he was 22. That's when they lost interest. So from now on, Chuck is a professor at Pitt, James and I are his grad student flunkies.
That little white lie, Chuck tell us, will allow him to give his "laser" some more "field testing". Because Chicks did guys who work for NASA. Haha, I just said "Chicks" -- like I know what anyone digs.
Also, at this point, I'd like to congraduate Chuck on becoming a Mason. Remember Chuck: At least its not TEP. Not TEP by a longshot. And remember me, while you ascend the ladder of world controllership.
Not that I can really complain. Last night I got wasted off 3 beers.
Of course, by 3 beers, I mean I had two drinks, then I drank a beer called Terrible. Terrible comes in fifths. The same as a wine bottle. Terrible is also 12% alcohal by volumne, the same as some of the higher strength wines, like Merlot.
You really have no idea what a little bit of Merlot can bring out in some people. Or what a lot of Terrible can bring out. In other words, Terrible is a great way to get lit for the night.
Chuck and I hit up Jekyl and Hyde's with James Wiltz. James had a great T-shirt. It was this shirt from T-shirt Hell.com. I want that shirt.
It was a great time because we were at a great bar. I'm definitely going to go there every friday night. We showed up at 8:30 and where the only people at the bar. We got to hang out with the bartender. Within an hour, the bar was packed and we were lucky if we didn't have to wait 5 minutes for a drink order.
One of Jekyl and Hyde's great features is guest bartenders. Chuck rose to fame in this category. So he and I are doing it on November 2nd. That's right. Come watch the polls close and get drunk with Chris and Chuck as your bartenders. We hope to have red and blue jello shots. November 2nd, 8 pm. Mmm-mmm, bitches.
Chuck also had some game going on. There were some really hot 30-somethings that came
in after us, and Chuck went to mac on them. They were all about him, because he had a sticker that said he worked for NASA. They asked him if he was 28, and he said he was 22. That's when they lost interest. So from now on, Chuck is a professor at Pitt, James and I are his grad student flunkies.
That little white lie, Chuck tell us, will allow him to give his "laser" some more "field testing". Because Chicks did guys who work for NASA. Haha, I just said "Chicks" -- like I know what anyone digs.
Also, at this point, I'd like to congraduate Chuck on becoming a Mason. Remember Chuck: At least its not TEP. Not TEP by a longshot. And remember me, while you ascend the ladder of world controllership.
