So i go out to the bar alot. Sue me.
Tuesday is pork day. The greatest pulled pork sandwich you'll ever eat is at Stubby's on tuesdays. So i stop in to see the crew behind the bar and get my usual on when, in walk these 2 girls. they knew everybody too so i figured why not get to know 2 more new people. We all got into the conversation after the brickyard came up (see my last post). I told them what i was told, and the owner couldn't even believe it. we all had a laugh then turned the topic of conversation. Creepy guys. Those guys that just walk around the bar, eyeing up any piece of ass that walks in the door. They're usually hunched over at the bar at some point, but the younger ones scour the dancefloors too. Anyway, that was the topic of conversation last night. Stories ranging from "a guy kept asking me for my number for his "Friend"' to "someone asked to buy the socks i was wearing that night". Egad. there's some sick bastards in this town. I can't stand creepy dudes. Especially around my friends or just plain people that i know. Every one of my (girl) friends tells me "oh he seemed like such a nice guy but he wouldn't stop asking for my number even though i told him i was (married, taken, lesbian, not interested, etc)." My answer to that is always "if he WAS a nice guy, he would have respected your answer and apologized". Bleh
Anyway, tonite is Shanks tavern. TAco night, and probably Carbombs as far as the eye can see and the stomach can handle. wish me luck.
OHH... if you read my post 2 blogs ago, you know about Miss Dismay - hopeful out of pennsylvania. She shoots the saturday right after thanskgiving cross your fingers and wish her luck .
Tuesday is pork day. The greatest pulled pork sandwich you'll ever eat is at Stubby's on tuesdays. So i stop in to see the crew behind the bar and get my usual on when, in walk these 2 girls. they knew everybody too so i figured why not get to know 2 more new people. We all got into the conversation after the brickyard came up (see my last post). I told them what i was told, and the owner couldn't even believe it. we all had a laugh then turned the topic of conversation. Creepy guys. Those guys that just walk around the bar, eyeing up any piece of ass that walks in the door. They're usually hunched over at the bar at some point, but the younger ones scour the dancefloors too. Anyway, that was the topic of conversation last night. Stories ranging from "a guy kept asking me for my number for his "Friend"' to "someone asked to buy the socks i was wearing that night". Egad. there's some sick bastards in this town. I can't stand creepy dudes. Especially around my friends or just plain people that i know. Every one of my (girl) friends tells me "oh he seemed like such a nice guy but he wouldn't stop asking for my number even though i told him i was (married, taken, lesbian, not interested, etc)." My answer to that is always "if he WAS a nice guy, he would have respected your answer and apologized". Bleh
Anyway, tonite is Shanks tavern. TAco night, and probably Carbombs as far as the eye can see and the stomach can handle. wish me luck.
OHH... if you read my post 2 blogs ago, you know about Miss Dismay - hopeful out of pennsylvania. She shoots the saturday right after thanskgiving cross your fingers and wish her luck .