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Have no real complaints, two weeks ago I went with Evan to meet up with some friends at Athena’s, however they never got there until 11:00, which was when we were leaving to go to the sutherland (much to my dismay).
Before we left to the sutherland I had mentioned to Evan that I knew a lot of people that I don’t really know at Athena’s , and I pointed to this one guy chris who I had worked with at the co-op we looked at my direction as he was standing at the bar ordering drinks, I gave him the 2 fingered lift to acknowledge his existence, and he promptly twisted his head away from me without so much as a nod. Evan scoffed me saying “smooth” .... this coming from the guy who defines the sarcastic meaning of “smooth” with his obstinate use of cheesy pickup lines that could only possible work on the other side of this planet (which evidently is a fact). Anyway the next thing I knew the bartender was telling me that chris had bought me a drink. Chris’s tips his hat and leaves without saying a word… I still have no idea what to make of it, perhaps he had no desire to catch up on the whole “how’s life things & whatever” bullshit that no one truly gives a damn about. And if so, I salute you dear chris but a simple nod of the head would have sufficed.
Anyway I also knew the bouncer at the scuz so we didn’t have to pay cover, which was great. But I hate it there so much as soon as I had my double shots and a beer I was ready to vacate- actually that’s not entirely true.
Last year I used to play poker at this girl named Haley’s she was a pretty decent poker player and her and her sister always played along with her sister douchebag friends whenever they got kicked out of whatever bars they were at that night. They were basically by definition complete wastes of life. Tons of gell in their hair, collared shirts, chains, 30 yearsold the whole 9 yards, and they would always come play poker as a last resort because the girl they were cabbing home with that night wouldn’t sleep with them. So they came back to Haley’s sisters to bitch about how this bitch that they cabbed home with was putting on all the signs that she wanted to fuck them, but she didn’t put out in the end. – from my view of his story it seemed evident that they were rarely interested in either of them from the get go… I never minded taking their money.
Anyway I saw those guys at the scuz and knew my time there was long overdone. And so I left.
The end.
Thanks for coming out.
Before we left to the sutherland I had mentioned to Evan that I knew a lot of people that I don’t really know at Athena’s , and I pointed to this one guy chris who I had worked with at the co-op we looked at my direction as he was standing at the bar ordering drinks, I gave him the 2 fingered lift to acknowledge his existence, and he promptly twisted his head away from me without so much as a nod. Evan scoffed me saying “smooth” .... this coming from the guy who defines the sarcastic meaning of “smooth” with his obstinate use of cheesy pickup lines that could only possible work on the other side of this planet (which evidently is a fact). Anyway the next thing I knew the bartender was telling me that chris had bought me a drink. Chris’s tips his hat and leaves without saying a word… I still have no idea what to make of it, perhaps he had no desire to catch up on the whole “how’s life things & whatever” bullshit that no one truly gives a damn about. And if so, I salute you dear chris but a simple nod of the head would have sufficed.
Anyway I also knew the bouncer at the scuz so we didn’t have to pay cover, which was great. But I hate it there so much as soon as I had my double shots and a beer I was ready to vacate- actually that’s not entirely true.
Last year I used to play poker at this girl named Haley’s she was a pretty decent poker player and her and her sister always played along with her sister douchebag friends whenever they got kicked out of whatever bars they were at that night. They were basically by definition complete wastes of life. Tons of gell in their hair, collared shirts, chains, 30 yearsold the whole 9 yards, and they would always come play poker as a last resort because the girl they were cabbing home with that night wouldn’t sleep with them. So they came back to Haley’s sisters to bitch about how this bitch that they cabbed home with was putting on all the signs that she wanted to fuck them, but she didn’t put out in the end. – from my view of his story it seemed evident that they were rarely interested in either of them from the get go… I never minded taking their money.
Anyway I saw those guys at the scuz and knew my time there was long overdone. And so I left.
The end.
Thanks for coming out.
posted by Doc at
12:10 AM
2 Comments:
the secret to having a good time (meaning not a terrible time) at the scuz is being really wasted and laughing at uglier chicks who dance with you. Oh yea, sean if you read this (I may have told you this already) but the girl you cabbed home with and you thought was my bro's gf was actually some broad who was creeping both me and my brother out, so my bro pawned her off on you... and clearly you didn't seal the deal on your last night, for shame.
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Clifford, at 1:06 AM
bahahahahahah
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joe, at 1:45 AM
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