hoveringsombrero | In which the day ends better than it begins.

So, tonight I walked to a seedy bar and had drinks with a guy from the internets. He did not kill me or sell me into white slavery, which means it was a success.

One by one the long time internets associations become real people. I've known

tocard online since pre-livejournal days. We both had shows on the, now defunct, disaster of an internet radio station, mrradio.com. I believe he probably stalked me and threatened me with something in order for me to friend him on livejournal. Since I don't remember, that must be how it happened. Heh.

Ever meet someone and just jump right into conversation and not run out of things to talk about? This was that, it was fun and really like I already knew him, just meeting a friend for drinks and talking. It was exactly the right way to end the day, totally diffused my earlier pissy mood.

I said he hadn't actually visted Vegas without having an assjuce or bacon martini at the DoubleDown, he choose assjuice. I don't blame him, I haven't gotten brave enough for the bacon martini either. Now if they made it a bacon appletini, I might be swayed.

I had a guinness and also an assjuice. I love the assjuice.

He helped me retrive my widget, and that's a better explaination of what it is than what I was trying to piece together from my faulty memory.

Here it is floating in my guinness.