I got a free hot dog

Yesterday was a pretty good day at work.  People were consistently not assholes, for the most part.  So, in celebration of Not Total Asshole Day, I went with Greg to a bar off 6th and Mission where I paid for our drinks partly in quarters, dimes, and nickels.  Then, this guy who works at the bar asked me if I wanted a free hot dog.  And behind him there was a table where he was cooking hot dogs!  And there were all the accoutrements!  And THEN he told me that every Wednesday the bar serves free food, I don’t know if it’s always hot dogs though, and plays 90’s rock hits.  At that point, I screeched, “I LOVE HOT DOGS AND I LOVE 90’s MUSIC!”  And then he was scared.  

After that, we went to the bar in the St. Francis Westin where Tayler works.  Even though I have a Blackberry, because I’ve got all sorts of business and whatnot, I still didn’t fit in there.  My drink was delicious, but I have to say, the price of one of the cheaper drinks would get me like 5 40’s or a 6 pack of good beer or a 12 pack or maybe even 18 pack of cheap beer.  It’s a recession, I really should be thinking more economically.  I also made friends with a lovely gay fellow who was telling me about British music labels and how people in America never know of them.  I told him his new haircut looked nice.