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<< Jun 8, 2005 @ 05:02 >>

Being as it was one thousand degrees Celcius (too lazy to look up the spelling of the other one), and I really wanted to share some of my knowledge of London with her since she's planning on traveling this Fall, I rang Christy about going to get a beer. She wanted to sing Karaoke, so we tried the U Otter Stop Inn first. They indeed did have Karaoke, but the group-sung Shania Twain was so awful I've black out the particular song. This little wedge of a bar, with apparently nothing on tap, was overlit considering the old hick-ish patrons – though surprisingly many fairly attractive women showed up with increasing frequency, usually outnumbering guys. Which of course is my segue (segway) into the fact that we bailed the hell out of there, and I need to go back for some further... investigation.

Nye's of course has much more pleasant Karaoke, so we ventured over there. The exchange at the bar went something like this:

barkeep: What can I get you?
me: An Irish Whiskey Highball. Do you know how to make that?
barkeep: ...
me: It's just Irish Whiskey and ginger ale.
barkeep: ...
me: Do you have ginger ale?
barkeep: Yeah.
me: ...
barkeep: ...

Then this girl came up and wanted to sit in the seat I was leaning on. I think it was her seat next to her friend. She asked if she could sit there, and I gave her shit about not saying, "Please." Then she was all appologetic about the seat taking, as if I had planned on sitting in it. Then the guy two seats down offers up his seat as if we wanted to sit at the bar. I was just trying to get some damn drinks.

We settled in on a table near the Karaoke piano. This very drunk Irish looking redhead has her head between her legs, with water pooling near her feet, and an Asian man yelling instructions for proper upside down drinking technique. Christy seemed to recognise this ritual as the way to rid one self of hiccups. All I could muster was, "I'm overstimulated!"

Minutes later the redhead was dancing with any man she could find, and tossing articles of clothing to the floor.

Christy tried to tell me about this dot-com documentary, but I laughed hysterically every time she started talking. At first it was just because I was finding the events so-far to be very comical. Then it was just one of those can't-stop-laughing things.

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June 8, 2005 @ 12:09:59

marilyn.pngsith33 (#999)

Was it startup.com? I've got the dvd if you want it...

June 8, 2005 @ 13:35:04

cmonster.pngChristy (monster)

You forgot the part when you rather loudly asked me if that man over there was singing, when it was a girl.

The movie may well have been startup.com. Does it have a really good-looking middle-eastern dude and a diminuitive jewish looking guy teaming up?

The Shania Twain song was "Any Man of Mine." (insert evil laughter here)

The can't-stop-laughing bit was surely due, in part, to how I kept trying to say, "right, so, this dot-com documentary" 4 or 5 times. And the fact that it was really funny that you couldn't stop laughing.

June 8, 2005 @ 13:39:20

cmonster.pngChristy (monster)

Okay, my bruvva (c. Zach) just confirmed: it is startup.com.

June 8, 2005 @ 14:44:24

coleco.pngxopl (#001)


June 8, 2005 @ 20:28:22

marilyn.pngsith33 (#999)


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