Fag Stag

I went to a little bar in North O, which was located in an old and questionable Chinese food restaurant’s basement. The place was dark, unventilated, with décor from a 1970’s Asian porn set. It was the greatest place ever. I have never had drinks so smooth and sweet and so perfect mixed, the rum tasted like water. You cant find another place like because they make most of their alcohol, that’s right the perfect moonshine ever created. After getting amazingly drunk in an amazingly quick time, I began to talk to the bar tender. So it turns out that he is distribution expert of the Omaha Newspapers. While our lovely server was the advertising head, and the ID checker was the Chief Editor, I shit you not. Apparently this was their fun job that they use to chill out. I got some business cards, sent a priest a shot, lit my drink on fire and left. After that it was a bit of a blur, I was on my way home and wound up at some Mexican wedding and ate some delicious cake. Then I wound up at a gay bar were I called my DD to come and get me. My straight friend bob came over to get me, walk in sat down and before he said anything he had a drink sent to him. It ended up I drove my DD home and bob crashed on my couch. aww