Dinner and M.R

I went to dinner with my mom and brother yesterday and my mom likes to bring up the subject of me getting a girlfriend. I’m gonna have to quote Sam on this one for my thoughts on the subject “I don’t think I want a girlfriend, and even if I did, I don’t think I could get one.” I’m pretty picky when it comes to girls that I would consider going out with sober. This differs greatly from girls that I would hook up with when I’m drunk. It’s kind of annoying in one sense because whenever you get asked to things like weddings and you don’t have anyone to go with, you just come off as a goofball. However, being able to do whatever you want without having to rely on anyone else has it’s advantages. No one to tell you not to do things and if you do something embarrassing you are only embarrassing yourself and not the duo. My brother went to visit his “girlfriend” in Pittsburgh this weekend and I said something to the effect “there’s no way in hell I travel 5 hours for a girl for no other reason than to see her.” Jkash made the point that if sex is guaranteed than it makes sense. However, if that’s the case, I’m pretty sure you can talk to some random bro at the drafting room and go to the Pink Elephant to find a coked up whore who will jerk you off for 40 bucks or sit on your dick for hundred. The bottom line correlates to what I wrote in my last post, I’m at the end of my youthful years and I plan to enjoy them for every little bit that it’s worth and if a girlfriend is going to bog me down, I have no interest. I’m sure there are plenty of girls who are easy going and would put up with my shit but I don’t like the idea of having a vested interest in someone else’s life unless I’m actually committed to it.

We went to Mad River last night and Jkash couldn’t get a taxi so I was creepily standing in a bar with not many people in it for about 10 minutes by myself. It wasn’t too weird but you put off a strange vibe when you are standing there not talking to anyone. I just can’t see myself as one of those guys who goes to a bar by themselves and drinks. I’d probably just stay in a room watching TV getting hammered if I wanted to do that. They have one smoking bartender there who Jon actually got her number last night. I write actually because he had skeptical thoughts on whether she was sincere or not but nonetheless, I’m impressed. Another tidbit, I gave the bartender a 10 for a bud light and he gave me back 18. I obviously didn’t say anything but I returned the favor by buying two bike race tickets for 20 bucks and he also gave me 2 beers which I negotiated as part of the deal. That brings my total to 3 bike race tickets although I’m not really sure how I came about the first one. If anyone has any interest in going I’d be happy to give you a ticket. A final interesting observation from last night was that we ordered 2 mind erasers and the girl didn’t know how to make them so she asked some bro. The bro said “I made these for you last time and didn’t make them right and you spazzed out.” I’m thinking, from my memory this is the first time I’ve ever seen you in my life so I must have been pretty fucked up before. So he gets some tips on how to make them (Kahlua, vodka, and club soda for the noobs) and proceeds to use Grey Goose for the vodka. If you know anything about bars, bartenders use the cheap shit for all drinks unless you specify you want something different and then they charge you extra. I just found it very unusual that a guy who remembers me from a time I was blacked out and I must have said I didn’t like his drink, and he went out of his way to be friendly and make the drink right and to use top shelf liquor for a schlep like me. I have that effect on people.