bartenders, bottled beer and cherry bombs.

last night, i decided my only solution to my current funk was to go out and forget all about it.  at eleven o'clock, i headed to kristi's where we tossed around which bar would be open on a monday night and decided upon bab's.  after walking there in the blistering cold, we were greeted with a locked door.  dang.  after going from closed bar to closed bar, we settled on arbor brewing company.

we arrived at last call so we decided jager shots were in order.  while we sat and enjoyed our mixed drink and beer, i gazed around at the clientele and reached a pretty good conclusion; there is absolutely no rhyme or reason to dating patterns.  I saw the most mismatched gay couple and right there i gave up on trying to decipher the romantic habits of the american population.

after abc closed, kristi and i thought the entire bar would be heading across the street to cafe habana for one last hour out on the town.  we were way wrong.  we walked in to an absolutely empty lounge and headed downstairs.  the bartender informed us we could drink so long as we didn't want mojitos (on $3 mojito night!).  instead of pissing off the bartender, we got $2 corona lights, free cherry bombs, and talked with him about his lucrative career in the pornography industry and how all we wanted was a big line of coke.

the bar closed, the bartender wanted to come party, we politely declined and i ended up running home from kristi's after taking a cab.  night complete.

this morning i woke up with a new sense of myself.  i've become okay with the fact it's just me right now.  i also found the cure for seasonal affective disorder and it is to listen to the song "blame it on the weatherman" on repeat.  the lyrics address the fact that it's not me, it is the weather that's bringing me down and i won't let it anymore.  take that endless winter!

i read somewhere that britney's new single, 'break the ice' is supposed to be a message to her fans.  i don't really see it but since it's the next single, i'll go with it.

i'm now sitting at biggby and the "dreamy" barista is here (talking about his boyfriend).  i was just solicited by a street team for the new will ferrell film and am now the proud owner of a basketball sticker and three month calendar.

i'm waiting for my friend jess so i can have my first salad of the day.