Drunken Antics

Awright, since I'm apparently completely incapable of getting current information posted, lemme offer you a little glimpse of my surroundings from before I came to Fukui.

A long, long time ago I used to live in Santa Monica, California. I tended to frequent bars that were comfortable, dimly lit, and cool only in that they were cheap and not stylish enough to be popular. One of the best was The Speakeasy. A tiny bar with no (count them, no beers on tap) and weekly karaoke nights. If you ever wanted to hear which local rummys could carry a tune, this was the place to go.

And it was a place I went to in November, 2001. Me and a group of my jackass friends went.

(Obligatory drunken photos)

This is what alcohol can do to you. Kids, don't drink until your ID says you're 21.

Maybe next time I'll actually be able to write about something that happened in the last eight months. Don't hold your breath though.

Actually, hold your breath if you want. If you pass out and hit your head on the coffee table, it's your own fault.

First things first

I suppose that since you went to all the trouble to type in the url, I oughta give you an explanation or two at the very least.

It seemed like I ought to have a hobby other than drinking, especially since I moved to a place where drinking out can be really expensive.

And since I've had to put some of my other hobbies on hold for a while, what could be a better waste of time than a web log?

(Yeah, I know the HTML is really simple. In my haste to move I left my copy of HTML for Dummies at my old place. And it wasn't really my copy. It belonged to Schoobert. Tough break, pal.)