Friday night we were at a birthday party at the 1507, this trendy upscale club downtown that will so totally be out of business in six months. (Not because its a bad place, but because that's how trendy clubs work. You can only be trendy for a finite period before something else is the newest, trendiest hangout. And then what are you? Just an overpriced nightspot. And your days are numbered at that point. Its a treacherous perch to occupy.) Anyway, I'm wearing my "Top Gun" t-shirt, right. And the waitress says to me and my buddy Donovan, "Two Bud Lights?"
We did not order, mind you. She was assuming. She assumed right, of course, but it was really funny. Everyone in this damn place is drinking cosmos, martinis, and other gross things that were various unnatural colors. Of course, everyone in this damn place is also wearing clothes from upscale hip retailers. I'm wearing a Top Gun t-shirt that I bought at a flea market for $3. So it was probably a fair assumption that I would be desiring the cheapest acceptable american lager.
But still kinda funny.
It was a good time, though, don't get me wrong. I like that place. Even if it will be gone in a year.
There is nothing better than Taco Bell at 1am. Donovan and I stopped by the 40th and Dodge location for some pizza hut (the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut is the single greatest invention so far of the decade. I will not debate this. It is absolute truth.)
A little personal pan pizza, three breadsticks, and a drink for $5. Its better than lots of three letter physical activity. My only gripe is I always waste the drink. After a night at the bars, the last thing my bladder needs is more liquid. I always end up dumping it out. There's like, thirsty kids in Africa who would love to have that 48 oz of Diet Pepsi. And I'm pouring it down the drain. It makes me sad.