Feeling empty...I'm worth five cents upon return. :)
So I was out last night with a couple of my buddies, male and female. It's nice to get out on occasion and not been involved with a TOTAL sausage factory, after all. (Not that it's a bad thing, but it's nice to mix things up a bit, ya know?)
Anyhoo, we were out doing a little bit of bar hopping. I was the designated driver - which was fine by me - and we hit up three places. Or at least we intended to. The last destination, the "Pioneer Pub" - our recent favourite, due to nightly jug specials, cheap wings, AND non-stop FREE POPCORN!!!! - was closed. Closed at 11:30pm. I dunno, even on a Thursday, it seemed earlier than necessary.
We wanted our free popcorn.
But it was not to be.
So instead, we went back to our friend's house and played on her brand new super-thin PS2 for a while. Grand Turismo 3 + Beer = Pitiful results. I was by far the most sober one there (obviously), yet I still got schooled.
Damn it, I used to be good at that game.
Anyway, as the night wore on, tales of my get-rich-slow schemes filtered into the conversation. As anyone that knows me would know, I'm trying to get the hell out of my current job and move on to something more productive, inspiring, and financially sound. In the meantime, however, I'm doing whatever I can to save money and make money; that brings us to the wonder of recycling pop cans.
It only makes me about an extra $20 a month, but hey, it's something. It's an extra $200 a year at this rate. It helps.
Anyway, this shameful example of penny-pinching was brought up, and my buddy Shar tells me that she has a tonne of bottles she's looking to get rid of. Her car is broken down and she doesn't have any way of getting to the bottle depot. I initially politely refuse, but after more poking and prodding and pleading, I cave in and bring the empties out into my car.
Four bags full.
Of beer bottles, too!
(Those, unlike 5 cent pop bottles, are worth a grande total of EIGHT cents!!!!! WHOA NELLY!)
This morning when I finally decided to clear these out of my car, I realized that I had inadvertantly taken a number of unopened beer bottles, too. I hope she won't be needing these any time soon. It was an accident, really.
However, now that they're here, I am mildly curious as to what this Marco Bavaria beer - the pride of Brazil, apparently - is all about. Hmmmm...
So very, very tempted.
-Tim
Anyhoo, we were out doing a little bit of bar hopping. I was the designated driver - which was fine by me - and we hit up three places. Or at least we intended to. The last destination, the "Pioneer Pub" - our recent favourite, due to nightly jug specials, cheap wings, AND non-stop FREE POPCORN!!!! - was closed. Closed at 11:30pm. I dunno, even on a Thursday, it seemed earlier than necessary.
We wanted our free popcorn.
But it was not to be.
So instead, we went back to our friend's house and played on her brand new super-thin PS2 for a while. Grand Turismo 3 + Beer = Pitiful results. I was by far the most sober one there (obviously), yet I still got schooled.
Damn it, I used to be good at that game.
Anyway, as the night wore on, tales of my get-rich-slow schemes filtered into the conversation. As anyone that knows me would know, I'm trying to get the hell out of my current job and move on to something more productive, inspiring, and financially sound. In the meantime, however, I'm doing whatever I can to save money and make money; that brings us to the wonder of recycling pop cans.
It only makes me about an extra $20 a month, but hey, it's something. It's an extra $200 a year at this rate. It helps.
Anyway, this shameful example of penny-pinching was brought up, and my buddy Shar tells me that she has a tonne of bottles she's looking to get rid of. Her car is broken down and she doesn't have any way of getting to the bottle depot. I initially politely refuse, but after more poking and prodding and pleading, I cave in and bring the empties out into my car.
Four bags full.
Of beer bottles, too!
(Those, unlike 5 cent pop bottles, are worth a grande total of EIGHT cents!!!!! WHOA NELLY!)
This morning when I finally decided to clear these out of my car, I realized that I had inadvertantly taken a number of unopened beer bottles, too. I hope she won't be needing these any time soon. It was an accident, really.
However, now that they're here, I am mildly curious as to what this Marco Bavaria beer - the pride of Brazil, apparently - is all about. Hmmmm...
So very, very tempted.
-Tim