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Administer The Medicine, Mr Hurarah
It takes a different kind of fish to have fun queuing up for free coffee at the Starbucks Open House 2005. I must say it was fun. Hordes of el cheapo. Kudos to the staff of Starbucks as well. They were making caffeine-based drinks so fast that we hardly got to enjoy the view outside. All in all a very well organized event.
And now Makanguru informs me that there is going to be a private Starbucks party soon that we can get invites to. We (the barflies) may be sneaking in bottles to spike the coffee with. Ho Ho Ho.
My wife called to say that she was working late so I shouldnt have to come over tonight. So I went for a steamboat dinner with the barflies instead. What a strange steamboat restaurant. I could have sworn it was full of PRC people. Really good looking PRC ladies. One had babylons so distracting, cold showers were in order.
After dinner, I decided to go to Hideout for a bit and chill. In case you didn’t know, Hideout is changing hands again. So this would probably be the final time I would be able to get Helsbel to serve me a drink and dance. Incidently she did dance for us together with another barfly, who happened to be a Salsa instructor. Many spins later, I decided that I should try taking up dancing as well despite having 2 left feet.
I was about to leave for Loof and meet up with Tym and Terz, but some of the rowdier barflies known now as the Outlaw Collective ambushed me and dragged me into the bar downstairs where we downed several beers. After mixing beer with my earlier gin & tonic, I decided that the world spins and I could not really stand up straight. That usually means its time to go home, lest I unleash the incredible hulk upon an unsuspecting world again.
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