So I don't get the whole point of throwing a drink on someone. It's such an obvious abuse of alcohol. I bring this up because young Nicki last night decided to hurl her full Crown and diet across the table at me for consorting with the enemy. She does this act in her fit of drunken rage only to leave me sitting there to the receipt of a standing ovation from the rest of the bar. And she even uses the drink that some guy just bought for her. So now she is pissed, has no drink in hand and the best part - I get an instant "Bad Boy" image that intrigues the remaining bunnies in the bar. Maybe I should get more drinks thrown at me...actually, it's pretty much a given that will happen again. Dallas really is becoming a very small city for me.
Other events from evening: shut down bar at Sherlock's Addison, had cute Hispanic bunny fondling me, ate T-Bone at IHOP, woke up with another red head (still on a roll with reds), and only got 2 hours of sleep for the night. Just got back from hitting the lake with boat today and I already hear tonight's drinks calling.
"What contemptible scoundrel has stolen the cork to my lunch?"--W.C. Fields