Pseudo full moon last night apparently....
posted by jeremy on April 01, 2006
If it wasn't the kitchen almost catching fire, it was the off-duty SWAT team meat-heads almost beating up the asshole too-drunk local millionaire. If it was not that then it was my CO2 compressor freaking out (insert sound of rifle shots here) at the exact moment the breaker box blew and fucked up electricity to this/that/etc in illogical sequence...
But really, no, maybe it was the cops beating up the gutterpunks in the street outside of the bar then later the crowd of vengeance-seeking gutterjackoffs gathering outside of the Abbey talking about destroying, for some undefined reason, my bar before, at least, one of the Mollys regulars, who happened to be a cop, calling in his compatriots to kick around said-gutters once again. Then the gutters freaking out and beating up the bouncer from the Abbey (I heard his face looked really really bad) before finally moving on to brighter pastures.
Uggh with a capital U.
Then, I tell you, it was the incredibly drunk girl trying to give her boyfriend a blowjob at the bar... (No...I yelled, Bad girl!) or perchance the two girls sobbing in the corner or the previously straight girls making out in the middle of the room or the drunken marching band members in full regalia who kept either mocking me or trying to buy me drinks.
Maybe it was the uber-cute French-Canadian girl whom I couldn't understand. (Sorry, Jess-ee-ca, really, I had no idea what the fuck it was you were trying to tell me.)
Maybe it was one or all of these things.
But then again, folks, in the very end, my onion rings tasted just fine.
