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Sunday, March 12, 2006

Ben's Half Yard House


Don't know why I'm not calling places by there actual names. It isn't like someone is gonna stalk me if they know where I hang out at. Shit, that might even be some excitement added to my life. OK, just got home from karaoke tonight at Ben's Half Yard House. I didn't sing anything. After last night, I wasn't really in the singing mood. At least not on stage in front of people. I got there about 9:30. I really wanted some of their Queso and the last couple times I've been, it was too late to order food. I called ahead today to see when the kitchen closed. So, I had plenty of time to eat. I ordered my Queso and got me a rum & coke and got the evening started. By evenings end I had 2 orders of the Queso and 9 rum & cokes. After my first drink, I changed to doubles. My buddy showed up around 11:30. He is a comedian and he had a show tonight. So, he showed up after his show. He did sing one song and actually won the evenings contest. $50 bucks in Ben's Bucks. He is a really good singer, so, it was nice to see him recognized as such. There were sooooo many attractive females in the place it was not even funny. For not looking anymore, I sure was looking. OK, just with my eyes. I'm not the "approach a stranger" kind of guy. I was actually approached by one girl, Goth girl from here on. She had been sitting at a booth near us the whole night and was really loaded. She was a typical Goth girl. Black clothing, multiple piercings on her ears, tattoo running down one arm, etc. But, she was attractive. She came over to me around 1:30 and put her arm around me and said she noticed me sitting there all alone all evening. My buddy was in the restroom at the time. She invited me over to her table. I told her as soon as my buddy came back, we would move over. She disappeared before my buddy came back and I didn't see her the rest of the night. Now I want to keep going back each weekend to look for her. I doubt she would even remember talking to me. She was pretty drunk. But, she is my best chance right now. So, I'm sure you will be hearing more tales from Ben's Half Yard House in my upcoming postings.

Now, this wasn't too downbeat, was it??? Not full of self-pity???

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