Happiest Hour of the Day

Happy hour truly is the happiest hour of the day. Binge drinking is not only allowed, it's encouraged. Is it really responsible to give people a time limit within which they can drink economically, isn't that entrapment? I think you could use it as a defense in a DUI case. "Your honor, my client was forced to drink seven beers in forty-five minutes then drive home, it was happy hour."

Last night I met my buddy Ben out for a few cocktails. I met Ben through C-Roc, they wrestled in college together, and I have known him for about eight years. We meet up about once a month for drinks. Ben's a federal agent now, and he's tons of fun, just hysterical to hang out with. He brought his whole office with him last night, there must have been 20 people, and they knew the entire bar staff. I probably had five vodkas, and we shared a shitload of appetizers, and when it was time for me to leave Ben was like "Just throw in $40", most of tab was comped, they just leave a huge tip. That's a deal in my book.

Our bartender was this hot little Persian chick with one of the best bodies I've seen in a while. As I was putting on my coat Persia said "That's it, you're leaving?", I said "Yeah, I have this other thing I have to go to", "Oh that's too bad." That sounded promising, so I said "Why don't you give me your number, we'll hang out some other time." She was walking away from me when I said it, so I didn't think she heard me. She walked to the other end of the bar, handed someone a drink, and as she was walking back towards me I repeated it. She smiled and handed me a napkin which had her name and number on it and said "I heard you the first time". I chuckled because just yesterday I wrote how cell phones had made physically getting some one's number obsolete, and there I was holding a napkin with digits scribbled on it. Guess not.

Persia: Persia was likely in her early to mid-twenties, hard to tell. She was short, maybe 5'2", with long black hair, and those huge dark eyes that middle eastern women have that are really hot. Persia had a tiny little body, with a tiny little ass (I think she would fit into the Jay ass-caliper) but big boobs. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to show them off, and they were spectacular. Overall I would rate her a solid 6, but no higher because I didn't think her face was all that and a box of donuts. She could be a good booty call.

I was supposed to go to a book signing in Georgetown after happy hour, but I decided I shouldn't be driving after all that vodka, so I just went home and soaked in the hot tub. The book was something like a female guide to dating in DC, and promised to be loaded with attractive professional women (read: cougars). Another buddy went, I'm sure he will rub in my face what a turkey-shoot it was.

I called Bear last night to see if she wanted to get together tonight (Friday), and she tried to big-time me. She said how busy work was, and how she wanted to go for a run when she got home...I was like "That's all fine, call me tomorrow if you want to hang out." She said "See you at nine." What's with all the drama? Come over or don't. It's not like you have to make excuses with me. She's a wacky girl, wow, prime example of a Crazy Girl DC.

I have had my bike for sale for over two months now, and had received two calls in total in that time. Yesterday I received two calls within an hour, and one dude is coming tonight to see the bike. Strange, I can't figure that out.