Incite Full

Last night was epic.

I picked up Tommy and Dan and we headed out to universal city. On our way, Tommy is way too excited for this adventure, and it turns out he was already drunk- the shots of tequila he took would kick in a little later, and that’s when we knew.

We stopped in silverlake to drop off our car and get a ride from my other friend matt, and on the way, we saw a pimp getting stopped by the police for interacting with his womens. The pimp really didn’t even stop yelling at his girl when the police were right there. talk about confidence.

We parked and headed up to Howl for a drink before going to saddle ranch- and i bought a new castle in a can. Mostly because it was peculiar. Future self take note: a can of beer should not cost 6 dollars, and should not be served by two pissed off guys wearing baseball t’s. In fact, only women should wear baseball T’s.

After that lovely beer we headed out to SR, and headed on in. Tommy and i decided to get some beers for the rest of the guys, but decide first to get a few car bombs. I order the two car bombs from this guy, and he brings them back. right after he leaves, though, another bartender comes over and tells me “Come to me for your drinks, from now on” and I start chatting her up a little and agree to that.

Tommy and I finish our shots, and upon putting those down, there are two jager shots sitting there. I look up and the bartender is just smiling at me and i say thanks, and we continue. We wandered around the bar for a bit, watched some hot and not-so-hot bull riding, and found more people to talk to.

I went back to the bar and asked my bartender for a fat tire, and she got it for me- “no charge” and a smile again. I take the beer, and she asks “don’t you want your shot, too?” Good lord, woman, what are you trying to do to me? This continues for the entire night there, shots and beers, all free. I keep flirting with her a bit, and talk to dan about the situation. He tells me she’s totally into me, everyone else has to buy their drinks, and i’ve practically got her number already.

So for my alst drink, i chat her up some more and tell her she should give me her number.

FAIL.

seriously, what the hell? This is like, the opposite of a stripper- she gives me free shit all night, flirts non-stop, doesn’t make me pay for a thing, and then nothing. It’s the pickup equivalent of blueballs.

Oh well. Life goes on. My friend steph who was once a bartender also told me she would never give free drinks unless she was interested in the guy. So confusion, you have me again.

At the next bar, we met up with matt’s friends. Watched some Australian rules football, and listened to the band that was playing some music. Tommy, in his drunken state, actually got in front of the stage and started to air guitar to the songs he did not know at all. That was hilarious.

The night was winding down, and things were going well, but we decided to head out. on our way out- this super cute girl came in. She had one of those little hats on that kind of look like old school army hats, only hers was black, and she had this plaid jacket thing on- just a really cute girl. I tapped her arm, said excuse me and jsut told her, straight up, that she was unbelievably cute. she grabbed my arm and put her hand over her mouth and began to blush. I saidI had to go and she told me that i just made her night and that i should stay.

God damn car pools.

We got home and I played some games before finding my bed. Bed was good- but the nine million phone calls in the morning could have been avoided. Such is life.

“You can’t depend on the man who made the mess to clean it up.”