Who's the effin' man?
Me - that's who! Last night was pretty interesting. I really wasn't feeling like going out - in fact I commented on it earlier in the day to Valentine. He told me to take a shower and get the sand out of my vagina and buck up and enjoy the day like a man.
It worked.
I went and watched the Texas Rangers game in a local pub, had some local beer (Shiner x 4) and then went to the cocktail reception. I forgot to eat, but had about another 4 Dos Equis. I also found out that you're not supposed to have these with lime and I think the bartender called me a moron in spanish... that's ok though.
After that - people wanted to go out and drink... by this time I was completely up for it.
I met up with a guy that hated me and we walked to the "Flying Saucer" bar, a place that my boss had mentioned had really great shirts and booze. Once again I strayed away from where everyone was (I'm a leader, not a follower....) stopped by the bar where they had approximately 60 taps - which reminded me of Ashley's. I was hooked. I had a couple local Rahr's and Son brewskies... Pale Ale, Scotch Ale, and something else. I noticed that a hot selling beer had a logo that was an 80's throwback of a hand/glove... it turned out to be Left Hand Milk Stout. I drank it... it was good.
By this time my boss had emailed me and a couple other managers had called me to find out where I was - they were at another bar called the Fox and the Hound.
I quickly payed my tab, asked the bartender for a large t-shirt, the most vulger one they had (for my boss) and headed to catch up with the other folks.
It turned out to be pretty close, I got there and shot the shit with those folks for a bit, talked work, talked about what we were hoping to get from the conference and basically just had a cool time.
On the way back to the hotel, I think I yelled at some people... it's fine though - nobody looked at me weird today.
