Post-Drinking Post

Ahh.  Friday.  You know what that means.  The Post-Drinking Post. 

To The Patriot, thank you for being “The Patriot.”  Nothing too flashy or fancy.  Just a divey-bar with a good jukebox and great atmosphere.  However, we can live without the angry hobbitess.  Seriously, WTF?! is her deal. 

To Jonathan and Bernie and all the other CBNYC rookies, thanks for coming out for Thursday Night Rowdiness.

To Octasha and Zwann, you were missed. 

Now to business.  Since today, the friday before Indy Day, is dead, it’s less like work and more like juvey hall.  Just a vague, prison-like place where we yo’s are warehoused to keep us out of trouble.  I got bored and cleaned house.  Only half an inch of shit-sandwich so that’s good.  Later, I’m going to get in touch with the Pabst Brewing Company’s marketing department.  We really need to get a “Ladies of Cheap Beer Thursday” calendar going.  And arrange it so that the weekend starts on Thursday, not Saturday.

I think Tough Guy was looking to bail on Saturday Morning Rowdiness.  To that I say

NO F*CKING WAY!

Everything else is going swimmingly.  I was exhausted after 7 hours of sleep on Wednesday night.  Last night, I got five hours, fueled by Pabst and woke up tanned and refreshed. 

OK… not tanned.  Pale and refreshed.  The two pints of dihydroxide with analgesics medication before beddy-by time worked, again.  Seriously, two big glasses of water with a couple of aspirin before bedtime will prevent hangovers.  That sh*t works.