Saturdays are for Destroying the Earth

It is a simple fact that I love to be in close physical proximity to the fairer sex.

It is also a simple fact that I love stouts and Sailor Jerry.

The two put together is just gravy.

I went to Choke with some friends tonight and it was brilliant. I started of with some of the Rums at home, and then walked my way down to my special haunt. While there I got started on pints of stout, and read the Les Halles cookbook from Anthony Bourdain. Then my friend H. came, and sat with someone I haven't met (he is another D. lets call him nD. for the sake of this post). So I sat and drank more stouts, and bullshitted with nD.

Things went well.

Funny conversation happened. And that is my favorite when I'm in my cups.

So after a while my friend Me. texted, asking about the movie I was about to ingest. I explained to here where to go and waited. This being pre-planned of course.

Cigars were ingested (because I've been watching a lot of westerns), and Me showed up. We went into the movie and began to watch.

First point: Choke is funny as hell. And to boot just a decent movie over all. Go see it if you have the chance.

Second point: It is nice to have someone sit with you that isn't afraid to lean on you or laugh, or talk to you and have a good time. As opposed to shy away from the very touch of you, and not want to laugh at crass humor (J. I'm looking at you).

I had one of the best times I've had in a long time. So good, in fact, that I didn't obsess over D. who was in the next booth over, the entire time.

Sorry to disapoint ND. You'll have to read about sardines some other time. I've got to stop telling people about this fucking blog. I've said to much. And you know to much. Someone is going to have to die.

File under Vice.