My Lien:
2 drinks and home. We sat down, promptly lost a series of Connect-4 games, and it was off to the dart board. Not sure why more places around town don't have dart boards. Probably because the thought of drunk expats hurling sharp objects around is nobody's definition of a good idea. But it is fun. Despite some errant throws, no one was hurt too badly, and we came away with a new found respect for William Tell. That shit's harder than it looks. Hope my tetanus shots are up-to-date; next time we'll sterilize the darts before we play. 2 drinks became 5. Thankfully, mamma-san let us run a tab and we headed down the road.
Equinox Bar:
1 am. It was just the way I like it: empty. Bebe, the owner, kept the drinks coming and poured us something red that he's been fermenting. It was good, and we didn't go blind. Cheers. He's looking to feature live music Thursday nights. New on the menu: Tapas for $1.25. No more pizza.
Hangover Exacerbated by Senile Bitch with Radio:
It would have been a decent morning had it not been for the worthless old bitch downstairs and her transistor radio. 7am and she's cranking some high-pitched Khmer pop from the '60s. I don't care if she is senile. When this happens, I find it helps to walk outside and scream vulgarities at her until she runs away. Does my angry shouting give her flashbacks of American choppers blanketing her village with bullets and napalm? I fucking hope so. Bonus: this morning 2 neighbors joined my vicious tirade and she actually turned the radio off. She'll be back tomorrow. (Anyone know a good witch doctor?)
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