A Rare Sighting of Yours Truly in a Pub

I was invited yesterday to go to a pub, so I did. It was on Saturday and I must say that I am now wondering how this society manages to keep functioning. There were some shady characters lurking around and especially outside. The pub itself was okay, but you could only communicate with each other by screaming or using body language. As I didn't know how to order beer using body language without looking obscene, I had to yell to the girls behind the counter. What a crazy world. Options ranged from simple lager (yikes) to something stronger and better quality. Mind you, just two options. Seemed like the Soviet Union. I opted for the last, so the better stuff. Just my luck the tap for the good stuff didn't work anymore all of a sudden. Beer went flying around and I seemed to have escaped most of the blast, but it was a mess behind the counter. The one operating the tap was soaked from the waist down and it was still early that night. Okay, on to the simple lager, bluh. Pulled my wallet and made it known I wanted to pay. More complications. No, I hadn't accidentally pulled my Swiss Army knife. I could only pay using red plastic coins I had to buy from ... another girl down the bar. Sheesh, what bureaucrazy. I was allowed to take the beer, I must have looked so reliable. I am, of course. I immediately made my way to the girl through a dense crowd, but the establishment had selected a coin seller of epic proportions (hourglass with boobs the size of pumpkins, FYV), so it was hard to overlook her. Mission accomplished. I could now stand around unnoticed like the majority there.

However, drink washed down, I got bored. This was not my sort of entertainment. Music was horrendously loud, luckily got more bearable later and better. By then, I felt I had showed enough of my nose and bailed out.

Not sure why people look forward to this all week. I must be missing something.

-- November 4, 2012