24th
Oldventureous
Sorry about making up words in the title, that’s annoying, I should quit that. So I started walking towards the hipster-downtown part of Springfield in search of food. For some reason I walked into an Irish bar instead. And for some reason the Irish bartender was Korean, which was weird…but she was hot. I drank frosty cold beers for dinner and made idlechit-chat with the 24 year old girl. She was impressed that I knew she was Korean (she brought it up btw and by impressed I mean that she wanted me to tip her) and knew nothing about anything that I did with my life. I finally ran out of money and had to go to the atm. Then I found myself at a little Italian deli, wondering why everything had to be so damned ethnic. For some reason the Italian deli was playing the best of Journey - this did not make the nasty burger go down any easier. I finished up and started walking back to the hotel, except somehow I had gotten considerably farther north than I had been before…still confident that I could figure it out, I walked. And walked. And turned. And then walked some more. I finally admit to myself that I am lost so I pull out the navigation device on my phone and tell it to take me back to the hotel. It got really pissed at me that I couldn’t go much faster than 3 mph and gave me wrong directions out of spite. So I finally just walked into a Subway sandwich place ordered something I didn’t want and called a cab. While I was telling the cab place where I wanted to go the “samwich artist” snickered. Then she asked me if I knew where I was. Then she asked where I was from, apparently to tell her friends where really moronic people who call a cab to go 8 blocks originate. I told her I was from Cleveland. I finally got back to the hotel, watched the Bunny Ranch thing on HBO (what a bunch of weirdos) and fell asleep. I woke up this morning with this weird fat lip phoenomenon, but otherwise ready to go sit in a uncomfortable chair and listen to some guy talk about actuarially required contributions.
