X-Mas Eve

Christmas Eve: Late start. 1am at Sharky Bar. Ended at 5.30am at Howie's Bar with a bunch of people muttering about how they really needed to go home and pass out, and in the same breath, ordering another round. Christmas. Same same...but different.

Bohr's Books:
Did my holiday shopping. Bohr gave me a good deal on a trade-in. Double what I expected. Nice start to the holidays. PS: He's got a lot more books now and a good selection of 2nd-hand dvds for $1/disc. Good deal.

California 2 Guesthouse:
Took books over to the Cali and tried to be good. I was good. Stuck with coffee. Jim had the holiday spirit- White Zombie on the stereo. Cheers to the mom and dad who wandered in with 2 youngsters, heard the loud-ass Zombie, and promptly....sat down and ordered their X-mas Eve meal. They even stayed for a 2nd round of drinks. That earned them free California 2 stickers and the endearment of everyone present. (All 2 of us.)

Sharky Bar:
Last year I got a set of tits shoved in my face at the X-Mas Eve Party. No party this year, so I chilled at home and read, rolled, and pondered whether or not to go out. The word from Dredge (12.am), "Martini a sausage fest...Don't bother." By 1, cabin fever was pulling me out the door. I hit Sharky to see what was on.

Nothing. It was late. Deserted. The word: BigChef's X-Mas EveDinner was truly kick-ass. I downed one and hit the road. Despite Dredge's earlier advice....

Martini Bar and Disco:
Or, should I call it, Congo Charley's Home for Wayward Africans? It was sort of lame. I got there around 2 and it was still hopping, except it was mainly dudes. As usual, though, the dudes started leaving around 2.15 and the chick-to-dick ratio improved. A saving grace - 3 of my favorites shaking it. They spent the night dodging amourous Nigerians and drunken Frenchmen. I spent the night smoking and watching. Frenchmen pissed-off: the girls hiding behind me, trying to get me to take them to the Heart. On Christmas Eve? No fucking way.

Frenchman 1: snares a girl, wraps her in a bear hug, and starts dry-humping her on the dance floor. Jack-ass. Fucking a girl in public... Bad form. Worse than wearing a tank-top in public. Past 3am - slow songs on the stereo. I get the hint. Howie's.

Howies Bar:
3.15am. Everyone drunk. The game was a blow-out. I started buying drinks. My girl's friends showed up. Cool. Free to go rap with the boys. The Khmer dudes from M show up. It's a party.

• New manager trying to turn things around at Shanghai Bar. An uphill battle. Wishing him luck. One problem: not enough true-blue taxi girls anymore. Just a bunch of kept mistresses.
  
• Seattle (NFL) kicked someone's ass. Play-off bound. Howie delighted.
• Ubercon digging the music at Howie's. Getting ready to make another trip report.

Past 5. Straight home. We were both hungry. Not too wasted, so....Marinated chicken in a wok - I buy it that way at Lucky ($1.35) but she thinks I make it myself. More important than faking culinary prowess - No burns.

Merry Chistmas.