It may be a good night when the bar owner is buying you drinks, but it's equally a good night when the barman is offering you drinks an hour after closing last orders. Yay knowing barstaff! (with props to Ruadhrí on account of being the knowledgeable person)

Someone had an advert in the run-up to 2000 for their shiny new beer (maybe it was Guinness pushing Breo?) which had a intended-to-be-devilish guy (black-suited, bald, sly smile, syrupy voice) talking about a new beer for a new millennium yadda yadda yadda. The advert was all jump-cuts and what not, and at one point he says, "it's not like I'm ( Read more... )

but I'm waiting on an email and itchy to write stuff. Credit card use here is astonishing, and may in fact account for the priciness of things (if you have to factor in a transaction cost on everything you sell, it's going to add a few points). It is not uncommon for someone to buy a hot dog (approx $3.50) using their credit card. I've gotten into ( Read more... )

Beer price hike

I went to Messrs Maguire last night for the first time in ages. Seamus was on the bar, greeted me like a long lost friend, and comped me a half glass of IPA so I could try it (it's their limited run "seasonal brew" for this, er, season). Man, that was nice. Spent the rest of the night chatting with friends and drinking IPA (it was yummy. I could ( Read more... )

One of the people I just about worked with at Stepstone was having a going-away bash last night. He's going to cycle around the world, apparently. I went along, all dolled up after Louise laughed at the idea of me dressing up. Near-new black 501s (so they're still black), black shoes, black argyle socks, white Diesel shirt (out), and my cocktail- ( Read more... )

Input: three pints of Guinness
Output: ow my fucking head.

This is wrong. I mean, okay, I've been drinking a lot less in recent years, but three pints of Guinness is not noway nohow ever a hangover quantity.

Dammit.

Cellphones are dangerous, dangerous things, especially when beer is involved.

Being pleasantly surprised that my night of wild indulgence and mixed drinks did not result in a hangover, I sat down with my laptop and wrote most of a RFC 2015 parser for my mailer. I am such a geek.

Yesterday was my 29th birthday. I went to a bar, met friends, drank beer, went back to one friend's house, crashed on the spare bed. All in all, a regular night out, modulo it being on a Thursday and people giving me gifts.