Why Am I Doing This?

Okay, your boy got a story. Goes like this, here it goes. Names and places withheld to protect the innocent and guilty.

So I'm chilling out in an unnamed bar in your local college town. No problems, no stress. I'm posted at the bar, drinking my usual, Jack Daniel's and water, and up saunters a slightly inebriated, attractive woman, I'd guess her mid to late 20s. Closer to 30 than 13, I begin to watch with interest as she's pounding em out...shot after shot, after shot. She looks at me, I smile and attend to the hole in the bar I was watching. She comes up to me, and offers for me to buy her a drink. I inform her that charity work is not my game, so again, back to my hole in the bar. I look up every now and again to check the score of the football game. When I look up again, she's still next to me, this time with her back towards me. Cool, I'm thinking. All I wanted to do was be alone and enjoy my Jack. I needed some time to just think and drink.

I'm going to interrupt this story to give you an important message. Ever get sick of people informing you about nonsense when there are a LOT more pressing issues to attend to? I hate it, too. This story was a narrative of the coverage of the health care issue. All filler, all ridiculous babble that has absolutely nothing to do with the issues. You know nothing about that crazy night I had, I still know nothing about the health care plan that our president is purposing. Feel good about the state of the media yet? I didn't think so. Have a good night!





I'm not nearly as stupid as the news networks I've been watching all weekend. Here's the end of the story.

Girl gets trashed, stands in front of me on the bar, and takes her shirt off. While I just sit there, anticipating on when I have to move before the bouncers come and get her off, she steps into the hole I was staring at and falls off the bar. Fail for her. As soon as she gets up, she feels a bit of blood on the side of her face, licks it off her finger in her most drunken, but sexy manner, looks at me and asks; "Why am I doing this?"

Excellent question. A tout a l'heure!!

P.S. This actually happened to me this past Saturday in Ann Arbor, BEFORE the Michigan game. Don't let anyone tell you the Wolverines don't know how to party, though I doubt school was this lady's day job, if you catch my drift. Till next time, I'll holla!!