The Telepathic Voice Recorder
27 January 2008
This one is from September 30, 2007
The Telepathic Voice Recorder
For the first line of this blog, please refer to the first line of the blog "The Beached Whale" Thank you.
Ah the end of summer. I'm actually waiting till I have to wear, jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a sweat shirt, and a leather jacket to the bar, to protect myself from the -7 degree weather surrounding me. Though all that will all arrive in due time.
At around 8:30pm, I receive a text from a female friend informing me, she and another female are going out on the town (in LeMars), and that maybe we will meet up sometime tonight. She also wonders when I'm heading to the bars. I respond in about 15 mins. Which gives me enough time to respond to a Neowin (http://www.neowin.net) thread labeled "XP's Success Isn't Vista's Failure", and to let a wiener dog out which I'm dog sitting for the night. After both those tasks are complete I start walking to the bar. "Hugos" which as of about 2 months ago has been the my starting bar.
So I enter to the bar only to find myself the only occupant other than a group of 4 at the nearest table. I'm thinking, well it is dead but it is also a nice quite bar to have a conversation. So I text the female friend back who messaged me before, and asked, if you two want, you both can meet me here at Hugo's. She responds with "Ok". After about 10 mins, I text, the question "About when are you leaving". She responds with "20" as in 20 mins. I respond with Ok. After about 35 mins I sent a text regarding the question "Running a little late?". Though at this point I already knew the answer before she even responded. She responded with "At reds"(which basically means "**** YOU", we went to another bar and didn't care enough to tell you). After reading the text I chuckled the best a ****ed man could, and downed the current beer I was enjoying. I then headed to reds (The Red Hankies) and walked in the door. I then walked around the bar looking for the people I was suppose to meet. After not seeing them anywhere in the bar, I opened my cell phone and send the following question "U still at reds?", though sadly I already knew the answer. She responded with "the" (which stands for "The Bar" only a few blocks away). Once again gave the chuckle only a ****ed man could give. I then responded with "Thank you for informing me you went to the bar, only after informing me you where at this bar” (or something to that effect). I then downed my current beer and left the bar.
Since I knew they were now located at "The Bar" I had no intention of going to that bar, so I walked towards dingers (the furthest bar south, only about a 5 min walk away). Upon reaching the stop light ½ way there, I see 2 girls that look just like the ones I was suppose to meet. They were with 2 other guys. So I walk to dingers and have a beer, a wheat beer in fact. I swear to god the wheat beer as more alcohol than a normal beer, but maybe it's just me.
After sucking that down I went to "The Eagles" to shoot the **** with Garry (the bartender), and to win myself a 2 free drinks. They have this big, what I like to think of as a giant pickle jar filled with water and a shot glass in the bottom of it with a quarter sized slit sized whole on the lid at the top. The goal is to drop the quarter and land it in the shot glass. For whatever reason I usually win it twice every Friday and Saturday (which the limit is twice per night) and every win is worth a free drink. ($2.50)
After winning those 2 free drinks and using both up, I head to luises, which was ready to close up but I managed to get a good debate in about why Hillary Clinton sucks. After that I walked back to Dingers to have another wonderful wheat beer.
I then walked back to "The Eagle" only because the time is now "12:00am" which means it's a new day, which means I can now try my luck for another 2 free drinks. I enter the bar and walk away with another 2 free drinks (woot!).
By this time the night is just about over, I return to dingers and have 1 more wheat beer, and then leave to walk home.
As I'm doing so, I'm thinking. "I wish there was such a thing as a telepathic voice recorder" Meaning, I wish I could record my thoughts as I'm thinking them, because throughout the night I'm saying things in my mind I would like to use in my blog. Obviously almost none of those made it in, as I forgot most of them, which is why a telepathic voice recorder would rock!
The Telepathic Voice Recorder
For the first line of this blog, please refer to the first line of the blog "The Beached Whale" Thank you.
Ah the end of summer. I'm actually waiting till I have to wear, jeans, a long sleeve shirt, a sweat shirt, and a leather jacket to the bar, to protect myself from the -7 degree weather surrounding me. Though all that will all arrive in due time.
At around 8:30pm, I receive a text from a female friend informing me, she and another female are going out on the town (in LeMars), and that maybe we will meet up sometime tonight. She also wonders when I'm heading to the bars. I respond in about 15 mins. Which gives me enough time to respond to a Neowin (http://www.neowin.net) thread labeled "XP's Success Isn't Vista's Failure", and to let a wiener dog out which I'm dog sitting for the night. After both those tasks are complete I start walking to the bar. "Hugos" which as of about 2 months ago has been the my starting bar.
So I enter to the bar only to find myself the only occupant other than a group of 4 at the nearest table. I'm thinking, well it is dead but it is also a nice quite bar to have a conversation. So I text the female friend back who messaged me before, and asked, if you two want, you both can meet me here at Hugo's. She responds with "Ok". After about 10 mins, I text, the question "About when are you leaving". She responds with "20" as in 20 mins. I respond with Ok. After about 35 mins I sent a text regarding the question "Running a little late?". Though at this point I already knew the answer before she even responded. She responded with "At reds"(which basically means "**** YOU", we went to another bar and didn't care enough to tell you). After reading the text I chuckled the best a ****ed man could, and downed the current beer I was enjoying. I then headed to reds (The Red Hankies) and walked in the door. I then walked around the bar looking for the people I was suppose to meet. After not seeing them anywhere in the bar, I opened my cell phone and send the following question "U still at reds?", though sadly I already knew the answer. She responded with "the" (which stands for "The Bar" only a few blocks away). Once again gave the chuckle only a ****ed man could give. I then responded with "Thank you for informing me you went to the bar, only after informing me you where at this bar” (or something to that effect). I then downed my current beer and left the bar.
Since I knew they were now located at "The Bar" I had no intention of going to that bar, so I walked towards dingers (the furthest bar south, only about a 5 min walk away). Upon reaching the stop light ½ way there, I see 2 girls that look just like the ones I was suppose to meet. They were with 2 other guys. So I walk to dingers and have a beer, a wheat beer in fact. I swear to god the wheat beer as more alcohol than a normal beer, but maybe it's just me.
After sucking that down I went to "The Eagles" to shoot the **** with Garry (the bartender), and to win myself a 2 free drinks. They have this big, what I like to think of as a giant pickle jar filled with water and a shot glass in the bottom of it with a quarter sized slit sized whole on the lid at the top. The goal is to drop the quarter and land it in the shot glass. For whatever reason I usually win it twice every Friday and Saturday (which the limit is twice per night) and every win is worth a free drink. ($2.50)
After winning those 2 free drinks and using both up, I head to luises, which was ready to close up but I managed to get a good debate in about why Hillary Clinton sucks. After that I walked back to Dingers to have another wonderful wheat beer.
I then walked back to "The Eagle" only because the time is now "12:00am" which means it's a new day, which means I can now try my luck for another 2 free drinks. I enter the bar and walk away with another 2 free drinks (woot!).
By this time the night is just about over, I return to dingers and have 1 more wheat beer, and then leave to walk home.
As I'm doing so, I'm thinking. "I wish there was such a thing as a telepathic voice recorder" Meaning, I wish I could record my thoughts as I'm thinking them, because throughout the night I'm saying things in my mind I would like to use in my blog. Obviously almost none of those made it in, as I forgot most of them, which is why a telepathic voice recorder would rock!
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