I read a lot of Beat Literature.  There is an ongoing theme in the literature.  This pull from East to West.  The characters are drawn to go out west; the experience the open road and life.  However as soon as they hit San Francisco and the ocean they turn around and head back to New York.

Growing up in the midwest I felt a pull.  A pull to travel to leave to go out west.  To head to California where the surf was good.  And I have been there, for a couple of weeks-nothing big.  I think it would be a fine place to live but vacationing there has its limits.

After coming back to the states I ended up in the South.  The South is interesting; really.  So being in the South created this pull.  A pull that led straight up the coast to New York City.  I finally gave into the pull, obviously, but I find it interesting that my pull leads to the East and New York while the beats were drawn to the West.  What does that mean?

Usually I walk around with my head held high and the in full arse-hole force.  What else would you expect from an evil twin?  But today the self-esteem is injured.  Bruised a little; sore to the touch just like when you’ve been beaten with a tire iron.  Why?  Well it started at Blackstones.

Blackstones is a place where Saeri feels comfortable.  I do not.  Mainly because it is way too difficult to get a beer-the bartenders do not pay attention to the customers, that and everyone there is about 20+ years older than me.  So having to hang out and ask several times for beer tends to make me feel invisible/not worthwhile.

Then this regular starts to talk to me.  It was like talking to a muppet on acid.  Half of it didn’t make any sense and the other half made me wonder who was pulling the strings.  I finally had to just walk away from that.

RNR showed up and avoided the hell out of me.  Normally I don’t/wouldn’t care but after being invisible to the people who are suppose to be feeding me beer and the conversation with the Acid Muppet all it did was make me feel bad.  Bad in that-oh god is my body odor so bad that he can’t be within a 5 foot radius of me?  Bad in that-can he see that my soul really is black with the blood of dead babies?

Of course not only did this make me feel bad it also made upset.  Upset in the holy crap he doesn’t automatically love me.  Upset in the what the hell I fucking rock he should be over here pandering to my every need.  I decided to do the only logical thing.  I deleted all contact information I had on RNR and flushed all information from my brain.

If Carpenter Steve hadn’t asked me out to dinner earlier in the evening I might have been in a worse mood.  I tempered my bad mood with a few beers (nothing that I love because they don’t carry those beers at Blackstones) and shots.

Instead of working at work I’m blogging.  Why?  Because I’m bored with this temp thing.  People aren’t at their desks, they aren’t going to be.  Sigh.

Anyway.  Last week Saeri & I went to see Everclear.  Even though Art had strep it was a good show.  How can it not be when for the last song he pulls 80% of the girls from the audience to dance on stage and makes fun of them.

Thursday I got a job offer.  Woot.  In celebration I wandered into a bar called Reservoir.  I had a few pints of Newcastle and got in a discussion about the greatness of America.  Those are always interesting, especially when I’m talking to someone who has never lived anywhere other than the place they grew up in.  Then Saeri texted so I headed up to Blacks to say hello.

At Blacks I had a few more drinks, mainly because I made other people purchase them and was in general a bit of an ass.  I learned that for some reason you do not ask what people do.  They won’t tell you.  They won’t even say things like, “I’m in sales.”  This is interesting.  They will want to know all about your religious beliefs, politics, and money.  How odd I say.

Sunday Saeri & I went to Comic-Con.  I was not impressed.  I guess I thought it would be better with more free stuff/less smelly dorks/better dressed smelly dorks.  We took off after a couple of hours and went to Shady Jake’s.  It was fun.  The bartender was cool and hey,  BBQ & Booze how can one go wrong with that?  I even had a can of their Pork Slap Ale.

This week nothing that exciting going on.  Went out last night in the East Village with Saeri.  Hop Devil had tapped a new beer last week so I wanted to try that.  I had the Kuhnhenn Dark Heathen Triple Bock.  It was good-a bit on the sweet side and definitely strong, but good.  I had the Pale Ale from Norway.  That was awesome.

We then headed to B-Side.  I had walked by this place with DoD Girl two weeks ago and decided that I wanted to go in.  Everyone in the place has the “you-don’t-belong-here” look on their faces when we walk in, but within 15 minutes they realized that not only did we belong there we would probably out-drink everyone there.  B-Side has the ultimate hipster special: Can of PBR & a shot of whiskey for $5.

At B-Side we made a new friend, Construction Steve.  Construction Steve shares the good times had while playing pool and had heard of a bar up the road that had a table so we were off to Mona’s.  Mona’s is good-all dark and Irish with a pool table in the back and a dog just hanging around.  We had Saeri go beat whoever was playing so that we could get the table for a bit.  We ended up playing for a couple of hours with Frank the 6 and then some random bartender.  Frank the 6 offered his couch as a possible squat (because I’m always on the look-out) and told us of the greatness of the NY bus system (which we still didn’t use).

We took off around 3am to get some Cosmic Cantina–thank goodness for Google Maps Mobile because we couldn’t remember where it was.  When we got there the quesadillas were just as good as to be expected.  Afterwards we headed down to the subway to wait for the next train.  And wait we did.  Apparently Saeri & I were a wee bit loud and possibly threatening in our actions as we made a hipster nervous and he moved away.  HA!

Next to last day at the temp job so I when I flat out told my “superviser” that I had to go to Maccers to cure my hangover he gave me the quickest route.  It’s all good.

Everclear still rocks.

Getting Crunk on a Thursday is always fun, even if Friday sucks.

Sometimes Comic-Con is a must.

I like beer.  I do.  I go to fancy beer bars where there are menus of beer, usually broken down by country of origin.  The one thing I don’t like about beer is when I have too much and evidently end up with the beer shits.

Historically the beer shits occur in the morning about 30 minutes after waking up.  This is changing though.  This past weekend I didn’t get the lovely beer shits till around 4pm–and I got up around 7 (I think).  This is worrisome, because it could be a sign that my metabolism is indeed way too slow or worse…

It could have also been that I started drinking in the morning.  I only had one beer as my drinking partner didn’t really have enough beer to make it through the morning if I was going to be drinking.  Yes I can have just one, besides when there are only 6 in the house that just isn’t going to last.

I’m getting some cash money now!

Through temping.  The joys, the glory.  The dignity that automatically comes with the job.  Really, it’s awesome.

So I went into the City this week.  I just couldn’t keep away from Saeri’s floor.  Monday we walked around Greenwich looking for Chumley’s.  We didn’t locate it/it wasn’t open so we ended up at a different pub so she could eat.  It’s something she has to do 4 or 5 times a day…sickening I say.

Of course after hitting a few of the historic places we ended up at Blackstone’s.  This is, of course Saeri’s preferred watering hole.  It’s okay; a little too full of twats for my tastes and the bathrooms are always mostly clean and really a paltry beer selection.  However this is where RNR drinks.

RNR is one of those great alcoholics.  He has the ability to drink till 4am and make it to work at 10 every day.  He usually passes out at the bar and has little to no memory of things said the night before.  Prime-time easy target for shenanigans.

So RNR got drunk and propositioned me.  This was my second proposition of the evening from an incredibly drunk man.  Saeri said, “hey you have keys.”  This was true.  Being the thinker I am I decided to go ahead and get the cab with her and Married Man, while texting RNR.  RNR phones an hour later leaving two garbled messages.  Perfect.

The night evening RNR texts requesting my presence at Blackstone’s.  I responded…oh no it’s your turn to come to me and bring beer.  When one doesn’t remember what happened the previous evening it could be anything.  I was only slightly upset that he didn’t remember all the wild monkey sex from the night before, but I suppose these things happen.  The texting continues for a couple of hours till I fell asleep around 3:45am…hey I do like to sleep sometimes.

The next time at Blackstone’s should be interesting.

I couldn’t be bothered to use my actual camera.

Can a bar be a boyfriend? This one is mine sister. Don’t make me scratch out your eyes! This is outside of Hop Devil. Why did you think I went in?

Seriously don’t do it.

Over the weekend I went into the City.  It was fun.  I woke up Saeri and we headed off.  Thanks to the magic of Lonely Planet I had a plan.  We were going to complete the East Village Rocks Walking Tour.  This particular tour will take you past where CBGB’s used to be as well as Dom.

After we finished the walking tour we passed The Library and decided we had to go in for a drink.  It was tasty.

Sunday we headed out to dba & then hit Hop Devil before returning to Saeri’s homebar for the Super Bowl.