So I walk into Barcode last night and I go up to the bar to order a beer. Instead of getting my holy PBR, he hoses me down with water. He did this twice. Finally I just gave up and said, "Finish the job and give me a free shot." Hehe, I got two. One he insisted was called a French Kamikaze and he leans over the wet bar and kisses me. Every time I asked for a refill on my water last night, I got the same effect. Hellz yeah.
God, I love being single.
Speaking of being single- did anyone else meet Shawn's roommate?
Well as awesome as I was last night, I lost some of that poise and grace today. Excavating glass from your feet is not a fun task.