If You Don't Like It, You Can Get The Fu* k Out Too

Operation Southern Comfort Consumption went well last night.

I had half a pint of it here at home and 3 doubles of it at the OH, along with 1 double rum and cola.

I hate how when making the switch from SC to rum and cola, the rum and everything afterwards tastes like grape juice. Thankfully we discovered the OH had SC and I was able to do a quick switch back to it for the rest of the night.

The highlights from the night include our arrival at the OH behind some tall lanky bastard who was bared. The bouncer was nice about it and the guy walked out but was mouthy. So the bouncer mumbled something like your lucky I don't go out and beat your head in. He wasn't aware the guys "uncle" or gay lover, was standing beside him at the time. The "uncle" told the bouncer he better smarten up or he will have him to deal with and that he knows the owner. The bouncers response was simply, "If you don't like it you can get the **** out too."

Other then that, it was pretty empty, only a few people I knew there.

Kelly and I spent most of the night sitting with the pride of mr. bryans grade 9 homeroom, James H. and some people he knows.

During the sit down, a girl from work came over and I believe was saying something to me or about me, I can't recall exactly as I was in the everything tastes like grape phase of the night but she said something along the lines of "I talked to him all day yesterday but I don't think he likes me." Kelly's response to her was, "Probably not."

The only other incident from the night occuried on the walk home, when some older lady was in the liquor store parking lot looking at us, and Kelly said something like what the **** are you looking at to her. Thankfully we made it home without getting shot.