Saturday night out

I spent most of the day and some of the night hanging out with my sister and niece. It was fun. I got to see her fancy new 36 inch Flatscreen TV. I have to admit I was fairly impressed.... and jealous!

Afterwards, I was in the mood to "people watch" and took a little tour of downtown. There was nothing happening in the Old City and as usual, every place had a cover including Barley's! I couldn't believe it! I could always count on this place to never have a cover charge, but this time they were asking for 7 bucks! Just because some lame ass band was playing there. They wouldn't even let me go upstairs! Fuck that! It was filled with a bunch of drunken fratties and sorostitutes anyway.

Peeked inside The Urban Bar, but it looked like some kind of weird euro looking circus people were in there and rather than find out what was going on, I quickly turned around and left.

Next, I went over to the Preservation Pub. No cover, but it was your typical scene of middle aged people and college yahoos. I didn't stay long.

After that, I went over to the Downtown Grill and I saw that cute bartender there....just in time to see her snuggle up with her boyfriend. I was surprised on how old the guy was. I guess it could've been her dad, but fathers don't massage the middle of their daughter's backs and kiss them softly on the cheek. Well, not normal fathers. Either way, it was making me ill. I stayed a little while since there were some interesting characters to look at.



Eventually I made my way to 4620 and it was Mardi Gras night. The place was packed, but as usual, most of the crowd consisted of couples and "bitch packs". I noticed a girl checking me out, but she wasn't my type at all... too scrawny. I wasn't there to pick up women anyway. There was good music though and I enjoyed people watching. I saw a woman who goes to my kickboxing class and I have to say she looked pretty good outside the gym. I decided to leave when I saw some drunken asshole drop his cigarette on the floor. I kept thinking all it would take is a small piece of paper or a puddle of spilled vodka to catch fire and next thing you'll know, you'll have a stampede of drunken, hysterical people rushing for the exits. There were only two exits, btw and one of them were UP stairs. Dangerous situation indeed.

Anyway, I called it a night and went home. I was about ready for bed, when my friend Tanz calls me a 4am. Actually her friend called on behalf of her since Tanz was pretty messed up. Her friend seemed pretty cool and I could hear Tanz yelling in the background or something. Eventually I talked to her and I'd forgotten how emotional she gets when she's drunk. She kept reminding me how much she "loves me" and blah blah blah and how everyone is beautiful and happy and whatever. Funny girl. She also told me that she got some guy whose ass she slapped to give her a hundred bucks for a scarf her grandmother made her. He gave her this money in hopes that she would come back inside the bar with him, but her friend said to take the money and split because this guy's sober friends will tell him to get his money back. So surprisingly, Tanz took the money and ran! That's my girl! I think she spent some of it at Waffle House.

Anyway, after that, I went to bed at around 6am. Tired.......