To the older gentleman with the weird moustache at the fancy restaurant last night,
It is one thing to approach me in the bar to ask me to bag up your bread for you. I get it. Everyone working at the place was wearing slacks, a black dress shirt, and a name tag. It was a simple mistake. There I was, sipping a big glass of sangria; wearing shorts and a green t-shirt. Anyone could have thought that I worked there.
It is another thing to wait in line behind me at the restroom, watch me walk in, and start banging on the door, informing me to, “Hurry the fuck up! There’s ladies waiting to use the bathroom!”
It took me a grand total of 45 seconds!
It was a relief to see that the girls you were trying to help out were barely 20, you 50-year-old vomit.
In case you were too drunk to remember me telling you on the way back to my seat, let me remind you… In no uncertain terms…
You are an asshole.
Stay Lame,
Jeff
June 26, 2011 at 12:46 pm |
How many points would you rate the sangria?
June 26, 2011 at 1:50 pm |
Hey Keith,
I wasn’t taking any notes at the time, but it was nice. Very juicy and tons of fruit in the glass. Kara was stoked on the watermelon chunks.
As far as Sangria goes, I’d say it was one of the better glasses I’ve had in a while.
An 86… maybe.
Thanks for not lurking,
Jeff
June 26, 2011 at 3:50 pm |
Was this Dancin’ on the Avenue? That event is a hellpit.
June 26, 2011 at 4:17 pm |
‘Twas, Evan.
June 26, 2011 at 5:21 pm |
Erin and I walked down to check out her friend’s dance studio’s routine. Probably one of the worst walks of my life!
July 23, 2011 at 4:51 pm |
To the young man with a blog named Stay Rad who ran into me at the fancy restaurant the other night,
You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt in a fancy restaurant. Just an observation. And in case you were too drunk to remember me telling you on the way back to my seat, let me remind you… In no uncertain terms…
You should always wash your hands!
Just trying to help,
The Older Gentleman and his mustache
July 23, 2011 at 5:04 pm |
Rude!
Thanks for reading.