Another night with the Sucker, et al.

[brassnuts]

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so you guys go out--pick up some hookers--and still cant get laid--- so sad.

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Let me think... wait... hold on... yea... yeah...

Ray Zee just completely owned this thread.

[J.A.Sucker]

You got it, my man. Should I get one of those baby backpack things for you? I think you'd about fit, and it'd make my job a hell of a lot easier.

[J.A.Sucker]

Liar.

[J.A.Sucker]

If you want to lie to yourself, go ahead. Of course in hindsight, it was obvious they were hookers, but at the time, everything seemed as normal as any other day in my life.

[J.A.Sucker]

Pretty much. We are all lost without you, old wise one. Next time, you can buy the hookers.

[J.A.Sucker]

How many times do I have to tell you: Who cares? They're CRACK-WHORES!!!!!!

[J.A.Sucker]

Good point, JV. My powers of inference weren't going too well for me at that point, due to all of the booze.

[J.A.Sucker]

It's all about the chase.

[Boris]

Bro. seriously. I didn't really say that did I? I didn't think so.

[Levi King]

First off, I have had more of The Chinese then I would care to admit. Let me know when you catch up to me and I'll start drinking it again. As mosta said in another thread, it tastes like an old leather shoe soaked in rubbing alcohol. I think it has a little sweet and sour sauce mixed in for good measure, and not the quality sweet and sour you get down the street at Yuet Lee, but more like the sickly sweet stuff you get at the Panda Express.

Now that I think about it, I could go for a little Chinese. I'm headed back there tomorrow night.

An important note is that Diablo and I had done a fair bit of drinking before you guys got there. In the hour or so while we waited for your train to get in we managed to polish off a beer and a couple of martinis. That's a good base to start with.

Here's what I want to know - was the cabbie in collusion with the hookers or not? I mean, it's hard to imagine that he was, but it's harder to imagine that the whole thing was coincidental. Particularly because I don't think that that was the most direct route to the Buddha?

The bar we went to after was Amante. We met Haake there. My memory is hazy at that point. I didn't remember, until Boris reminded me, that I bought a drink for this gorgeous Scandanavian girl who then immediately left with the drink in hand to go sit next to Boris. Now, it's not like I expect that buying a drink for a fine Scandanavian chick such as her means she needs to f me, but it seems like some conversation is in order at the very least. Then again, given my state maybe she did try to talk to me and found that I couldn't annunciate or form complete sentences. Or maybe I just kept staring at her breasts and drooling. Regardless, I think Boris said something to her, because about ten minutes later she came back over to inform me that she was married. That's cool I guess.

All in all a good night. Let's do it again soon, fellas.