September 27, 2008
Last night I had TWO bracelets.  The first was given to me free of charge by a nice lady bouncer who recognized my friends and I as we’re-trying-but-still-struggling youngsters in a failing economy.  Once inside the bar, I pulled out my heavier-than-expected wallet and bought my pals a round, tipping handsomely. The second bracelet (the red one with the cowboy hat), I had to pay a twelve dollar cover for — after watching the oily, designer-dudded man in front of us get in for free because he was buddies with the bouncer.  What did we do next?  We ordered drinks and skipped out on the bill. (Disclaimer for the mad-at-me contingent: Liberties* were taken with the truth here. They usually are. *I actually only have one arm.)

Last night I had TWO bracelets.  The first was given to me free of charge by a nice lady bouncer who recognized my friends and I as we’re-trying-but-still-struggling youngsters in a failing economy.  Once inside the bar, I pulled out my heavier-than-expected wallet and bought my pals a round, tipping handsomely.

The second bracelet (the red one with the cowboy hat), I had to pay a twelve dollar cover for — after watching the oily, designer-dudded man in front of us get in for free because he was buddies with the bouncer.  What did we do next?  We ordered drinks and skipped out on the bill.

(Disclaimer for the mad-at-me contingent: Liberties* were taken with the truth here. They usually are.

*I actually only have one arm.)