Ok. Sean and I are
Ok. Sean and I are a little tipsy. We went to Carlos and Charlie's tonight. The food sucked. I tried so hard to like it, but I just couldn't force myself. The drinks were flowin'... there was a cornucopia of alcohol presented tonight... shots ranged from Jager to Crown to Tuaca to Patron... margaritas, beer, blah blah blah... basically, dented liver. The band was good... the singer sucked ass. I felt bad for the guy. He tried, but just didn't meet the mark. The lead guitarist carried the other guys and the worst part of it all was how obvious it was... I love live music none the less. One perk to staying for the last set is watching completely obliterated drunks do stupid shit like try a new form of dance in front of you, the desperate horndogs trying to hit on women (this is the most amusing end-of-the-night people-watching pastime) because the night is closing and they are leaving alone, try to be sexy when they look like Gomer Pyle, etc. At first I thought it was just my typical easy amusement, but the truth is... anyone would find this shit hilarious. Poor guys. Sean and I talked a lot... we're good at that together. Our waitress was attentive for the most part, so she got a good tip. I have always been a "big tipper" for good service. I would like to say that it stems from values, but in reality, it probably comes from women that I have dated that waited tables. You gotta support yourself in some fashion. I remember being floored when I an ex told me once that she made $2.00/hr as a waitress (in VA) and that was standard. Amazing. I think we have some kind of bar-b-que scheduled for tomorrow, but I am not sure about times and attendance. We are sorta playing it by ear. I was going to sit at home and sulk this weekend, but Audra asking about a trip to Austin was like a little seed that grew and eventually I gave in... besides, I always love spending time with Sean. I'm sleepy now. Sweet dreams.
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