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bar review: the patio.

i've decided to start getting a drink on the way home from work with peter, in order to form a sage opinion of the many, many local spots there are. since it is a locus of power for me, we get off at grand army plaze, then dwadle down towards home in a discombobulated manner. so anyhow, yesterday the pub crawling began in earnest. we started at the patio, since i've heard gravypuddles mention it. i think. anyhow, i think i'm going to begin the rating with a 5. plain ole 5 when i walk into the place. then i'll adjust up or down from there. so, i don't know, patio. lets do the easy parts first! beer, typically priced. so no adjustment there. though i've never had soju, & they have some special of a can of beer & a shot of soju for $4. i don't know if thats a good value, since i only saw that after i'd ordered my bass. okay! so +1 point for having ranma 1/2 painted all over the wall. thats not too shabby. then the actual titular patio, right? let me interject- the nights are getting colder, & are now at a point where tables with candles make a substantial temperature diffrence. weird, right? anyhow, the patio had one of those wall fountain things, so +1 again. what are we at, 7? oh, right, music, music gets a solid B+, so i'm going to rate that another +1, so a grand total at 8. end result, i liked the joint. poppin' fresh, yo yo.

also, i chased some kids today. i was walking to grand army talking on the phone right? notice me fudging on the details, compromising my internet-diary integrity? yeah, i'll let you keep you precious anonymous disposition, sure. okay! so i was talking on the phone to an engine of destruction (hint: she's started drinking while driving, in honor of yours truely) & i walked passed these two 18ish year old kids. one of them, not even all that assertively, tried to beg a quarter off me. well fucker, i'm in the middle of a phone conversation, so i'm fucking going to ignore you. then they kind of mumbled some shit, but since i was pretending to ignore them, i didn't say anything. implied social contract, i figure. anyhow, after i'd walked some more, one of them threw an acrorn at me! he didn't hit me or anything, but i turned around & started walking back. one of the kids was hiding behind a car, & his friend was trying to surreptitiously be like "dude! he's coming back here!" to his stealthed guy. then as i got closer they ran across the street, & when i followed them across the street & they ran back to the cornor & went the other way. i radiate malice, like i said, fucker.

i just jerked off while jenny read a beauty magazine. welcome to america assholes!