When we last left this story.

OK, so nothing much has happened, and yet I can make a list of it all. I watched a Korean monster movie with friends, and it was oddly different. Entertainingly oddly different, though. You almost always saw it coming. I saw it with a bunch of comic book artists and I got over my fanboy tendencies to enjoy the movie. I also got my hair cut, which is not a big deal, took a nap, and went on a, “voluntary team building exercise,” which is code for, “went to the titty bars with a bunch of guys from work.”

So today I’m really tired. The trip to the bars was kind of odd and not as much fun as the places I usually go. The clientele was younger and the women looked more like Barbie dolls with fake tans, bleached hair, and surgical enhancements. (I wonder what sort of cool surgical attachment you could get to help you hang onto the pole?) On our way out there was a county sheriff just waiting for us to get into our cars. I got a ride, because I had both of the beers I’d allotted myself and we were headed to more places. I had Sprite for the rest of the night.

We went to a seedier establishment with real women (you could see the bruises from where they hit the pole, for example) but one of them grabbed my head to purr in my ear and I hit my arm on the bar. That’s not something that happens that often, and not something that I need to happen again, but I did like the place more than the others. We went to another suburban sort of place with lots of showy smoke and more Barbie dolls.

Being sober at 12:15AM in a strip club is not something I’ve experienced that often, and I don’t intend to experience it again. I just got up and walked the 2 1/2 miles back to my car, and drove home.

So only two beers and I was tired today, probably because I’ve spent the last two nights staying up late trying to get my computer to do something silly. I had a hard time washing two cars. I can never just wash my own car because my mother complains that I didn’t wash hers. I can now say that my mom’s Camry is a behemoth compared to my Civic. I also bought new toner and accordian folders so I can do my taxes, but I spent more time trying to get my computer to do my bidding instead of doing anything productive. I’m still not finished with that, either.

4 thoughts on “When we last left this story.”

  1. So you’re trying to tell us you had a spastic reaction to when a girl touched you?

    Hmm, I prescribe more girly bars.

  2. The Camrys are HUGE. I have one and I can’t get use to the size of it compared to my last car. I bump into everything with it and I have never had this problem before.

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