I had a pretty damned good time at the happy hour last night, and I can assure you that my head is absolutely spinning today. The crowd that hangs out at Little Havana are most definitely not my sort of people. The women were fantastically hot in that wouldn’t give me the time of day sort of way. There was one particular tiny curly redhead in a pink blouse clear across the balcony that really made my nostril's flare. The more I drank the more I ogled at her unattainable arse. I would have been nice to have been shot down by her. The dudes were hilarious. In the bathroom, there was actually a line at the sink because these guys needed thirty seconds of mirror time a piece. In the places I usually hang out in, I’m typically the only guy who actually washes his hands, so the was a new and unfamiliar experience.

others' reports on the happy hour

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To those whom I have met before, it was great to see you again. And it was good to meet the rest of you as well

One of seadragon’s very nice friends whose name I never quite memorized, under the impression that I was some sort of festival authority because of all my lame pictures, asked me when the Ukrainian Festival was going to take place. That was a little embarrassing. But, to Seadragon’s very nice friend, the festival is September 11th and 12th, so you have plenty of time to plan.

Fate’s Fool challenged me to a filth-off where we would compete for the most inappropriate post. At the time, in my slurred drunkenness, it sounded like a splendid idea. Now that I’m sober, I’m thinking it wasn’t such a good idea after all. My post’s are already filthy enough and I’m shocked that Nathan Maphet actually gives me this much rope (for the record, I want to say that I think Nathan is a really great guy). My wild-card filthy story is so offensive that I think I would give Nathan no choice but to pull the plug on eebmore. So Fool, out of respect for Nathan’s baltiblogs, I have to throw in the towel and loose by default. I’m soooo sorry Fool (oh yes, also sorry for almost stealing your keys).

I thought the wording she chose to challange me was hilarious. She kept saying “I want to masturbate with you, eebmore.” Of course she did NOT mean this literally. She was referencing my Micheal Moore post when I used the word ”Masturbate” to describe pointless internet competitions. Still, it made me fell a little uneasy. God I’m a pussy.

I had a different post that I was going to publish today, but in my infinite lame-assedness reflected in the past two paragraphs, I second guessed myself and decided to toss it. The post involved a well known public figure that I was lucky enough to hang out with the other day, and the interesting stories that he was confiding in me, and even know I wasn’t going to reference him by name, since he is a public figure with a reputation to maintain, and since I really like the guy, it felt like a betrayal of trust that made me feel horrible.

The post also had a bit where I said I would never betray the trust of a public figure, a celebrity, or a member of royalty by photocopying a receipt showing a crappy slightly higher than 10% tip and showing it to the world, which was followed by this picture:

watermark smudged to protect FORMER employer and my resume (this is not from my current employer)

I know that was wrong, but the British really need to be taught that in America, you tip 15%.

pics included to insure my mother i still remember how to clean

pics included to show me trying to be all photographey n' shit