St. Patrick drinking.

Wow I made it back alive. It’s been a while life just seems to have been running me ragged these days. So let’s see what have I been up to since the last post? Not really much, I have kind of been lying low a little under the radar at this point. I guess I was trying to save it all up for St. Patrick day. Let’s just start off by saying that booze at 6AM is a wonderful thing. The local radio station was having a nice little event at a pub near the beach. You know what it wasn’t just near the beach it was 3 feet from the sand down here in Hermosa Beach. Let me just tell you that what they say about California girls is all true. They love any excuse to drink and be bad I love them. The day started out kind of slow. But hey it was 5am not many people were even awake yet. But once the bar opened up at 6 the fun began. I have noticed that radio programs bring out two types of women for things. You get the girls that come with their boyfriends and are the ones that will be doing the driving home later. Then you have the girls that are there to drink as much as they can and really don’t care what happens as long as they have fun. Now this may be just stereotyping but that does seem like what is mostly going on. The women love these things and they all came out and it was great. That part of the day lasted 4 hours. 4 hours of laughing with old friends and making new ones. I waited for a couple of hours before I decided to go home. But home is not really where I wanted to go. I went to a friends bar. I love having a friend that owns a bar. They always hook you up. But before hand I have got to get some food since drinking with no food is a bad idea. Once I have filled my belly I am happy. Now off to drink some more. My friend brings jello shots to the bar. Now I have one hell of a weakness for Jello shots. Why you might ask? Because I never know when I have had too many Jello shots. They sneak up on you. You always get that one shot too many. Another four and half hours later with untold jello shots and a few beers. I am now trying to figure out why is it that I feel like I can see through walls and leap tall buildings? OH and that I’m the sexiest man in the Bar. All the women love me so I am all good. Lets just say that I am so glad that I knew about 80% of the people in the bar. Otherwise this really could have been embarrassing. I woke up the next morning in bed with one of the girls from the bar. OH god I am so glad that when I woke up and prayed that she was at least cute I got my wish. She was one of the hotties that I have been talking to and wanting to go out with for a while now. Now all you perverted monkeys listen up. Nothing happened but the two of us making out for most of the night before passing out. Woke up with my pants on and a hottie in my arms. Hell now that is a great way to wake up.