The sequel to the other entry
Last night........
Myself, the roommates, and some friends were supposed to go out to Arlington and drink heavily to celebrate Justins Bday.....but through other events we ended up piling in cabs and going to Brickskellar, which is a bar and inn located in Washington, DC. The bar was not that cool, at the tiny ass bar area which you would not be served alcohol unless you obtained one of the ten freakin seats they had.....bullshit. The crowd was dead, and might I just add it was weird that the whole bar was sitting down on a friday night, not cool, but if your a twenty-something lawyer who parked your new beamer out front and you were wearing your favorite pea coat, then I'm sure you just found your new hangout. At somepoint other friends arrived, and a few left, so we decided to sit down and browse through the menu of 300 beers, and very average food. I stuck with a steady diet of beer, but a few braved the fine cuisine of fish and chips.....love that vinegar smell for the rest of the night. This place had a beer that costs $45.95, enough said. On the plus side the had some beer dumb waiter that magically brings beers from the downstairs bar to the one upstairs, but that one cool thing was negated by the genius that designed the mens bathroom so that its impossible to move with more than one occupant, I guess I didnt want to wash my hands anyways.....son of a bitch.
We drove around trying to get out of the city for a bit, and the other half of the people were still out drinking in a horrible area of the city. We finally got back home somewhere near 2 am, not bad for a friday, but I forgot to watch JunksTV at 2, so instead we stayed up drinking, eating, and listening to bad music, oh wait that was just me. I finally reached the point of the night where I would probably eat anything and call people I should not be calling.....success. Luckily I decided to call my two sisters and wake them up, not on purpose though, so that was a plus, but the pasta I made somewhere around 4 in the morning is still making me feel like shit. Still cannot bring myself to force down some food, but its a safe bet I'll be going to Wendy's shortly, I can't help the fact that I enjoy fine cuisine on a daily basis, that just how I roll.
Oh, and the funniest thing just happened while I was sleeping all through the morning and part of the afternoon. Our landlord got us a new dishwasher, which is great because the old one sounded like a public bus, and the brown fake wood panel was a great tough, why he wants to keep the wood, I may never fully understand. The hilarious part is that the people he had install the dishwasher accidentally installed our landlords new oven in our kitchen....haha. Now we might just have ourseleves half a new kitchen. Chris told me the landlord pulled into the neighborhood quite quickly, took a peak at his(our)new oven, and left.....seriously people, this is funny.
Not sure what is happening tonight, though I am thinking it wont be too exciting.....who knows?
Lastly, if I find the person who drank my gatorade that I so desperately needed after I woke up this morning, I wish you to have a horrid splinter or acid reflux, or whatever.
Later.
Screw the spell check
Myself, the roommates, and some friends were supposed to go out to Arlington and drink heavily to celebrate Justins Bday.....but through other events we ended up piling in cabs and going to Brickskellar, which is a bar and inn located in Washington, DC. The bar was not that cool, at the tiny ass bar area which you would not be served alcohol unless you obtained one of the ten freakin seats they had.....bullshit. The crowd was dead, and might I just add it was weird that the whole bar was sitting down on a friday night, not cool, but if your a twenty-something lawyer who parked your new beamer out front and you were wearing your favorite pea coat, then I'm sure you just found your new hangout. At somepoint other friends arrived, and a few left, so we decided to sit down and browse through the menu of 300 beers, and very average food. I stuck with a steady diet of beer, but a few braved the fine cuisine of fish and chips.....love that vinegar smell for the rest of the night. This place had a beer that costs $45.95, enough said. On the plus side the had some beer dumb waiter that magically brings beers from the downstairs bar to the one upstairs, but that one cool thing was negated by the genius that designed the mens bathroom so that its impossible to move with more than one occupant, I guess I didnt want to wash my hands anyways.....son of a bitch.
We drove around trying to get out of the city for a bit, and the other half of the people were still out drinking in a horrible area of the city. We finally got back home somewhere near 2 am, not bad for a friday, but I forgot to watch JunksTV at 2, so instead we stayed up drinking, eating, and listening to bad music, oh wait that was just me. I finally reached the point of the night where I would probably eat anything and call people I should not be calling.....success. Luckily I decided to call my two sisters and wake them up, not on purpose though, so that was a plus, but the pasta I made somewhere around 4 in the morning is still making me feel like shit. Still cannot bring myself to force down some food, but its a safe bet I'll be going to Wendy's shortly, I can't help the fact that I enjoy fine cuisine on a daily basis, that just how I roll.
Oh, and the funniest thing just happened while I was sleeping all through the morning and part of the afternoon. Our landlord got us a new dishwasher, which is great because the old one sounded like a public bus, and the brown fake wood panel was a great tough, why he wants to keep the wood, I may never fully understand. The hilarious part is that the people he had install the dishwasher accidentally installed our landlords new oven in our kitchen....haha. Now we might just have ourseleves half a new kitchen. Chris told me the landlord pulled into the neighborhood quite quickly, took a peak at his(our)new oven, and left.....seriously people, this is funny.
Not sure what is happening tonight, though I am thinking it wont be too exciting.....who knows?
Lastly, if I find the person who drank my gatorade that I so desperately needed after I woke up this morning, I wish you to have a horrid splinter or acid reflux, or whatever.
Later.
Screw the spell check