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[dragonlady7]

Went out on Buffalo's Elmwood Strip tonight, just to see what the bars down there were like. Found out Flaherty's is short a person, so I'm planning on walking in there tomorrow afternoon and asking them if they need somebody. Got what I'm going to say pretty well worked out too.

We went out with Dave's buddy Chris, who just took the bar exam to be a lawyer the day before yesterday. So he's a little fried. He hadn't really left his house in three months, so he was a little dazed, and his tolerance for alcohol was about zip. We went to four or five different places and got a drink at each one, and he was pretty toasted by the end. I drank combination and mixed drinks, and there's not much alcohol in those once you account for all the ice. So I'm not at all drunk, but Chris was. it was funny.
He's a fun kid. Look forward to seeing a bit more of him in future, now that he's not locked in a closet reading case law and crap.

It was fun to go out, quite aside from all the researching. I'd compiled a list of places I had to hit, to check out whether they were cool. I've got three I want to try tomorrow, though I can't remember their names at the moment except for the first one. But they're all down on Elmwood, about 5 minutes' drive from where I live now (which is less than a minute from where I will live...) -- perfectly acceptable. It's a busy area, and the bars are nice. Not the fake-ID half-a-shirt jailbait clubbing scene of the downtown Chippewa strip, but not the grumpy-old-man scene of North Buffalo's Hertel strip either. (I could walk to those bars, but wouldn't want to.)

But we were home by eleven or so. It was an early night. Which is just as well; I'm tired. And I have to get up and tart myself up tomorrow, as well as cleaning up the kitchen a bit. Eesh.

Two sour notes to the evening. The poopiest was that we got home and though we'd been gone barely two hours, the dog had pooped not one but four times on various carpets. I don't know; she'd just taken a shit not an hour before we left. How one small dog can produce so much crap I just don't know. She must be some kind of politician reincarnated.

The other slightly-off note was when it came out that Dave and Chris had gone to a strip club for Chris's bachelor party in June. I wouldn't mind; I'd discussed it with Dave and he'd said 'nah, strip clubs seem dumb, I don't want to go to one,' while I said 'well I'd want to go at least one.' But what I minded is that after the party I'd said 'so what did you do? did you go to a strip club?' Dave had said, 'naw, we just hung out around the track, and then we went home. it was lame.'
And he's never lied to me about anything before. He's not a dishonest person. We're not dishonest with each other. Occasionally there are white lies to spare feelings. I haven't told him about things that I think he doesn't want to hear about, and I've glossed over some things, and I know he's done the same. It's no big deal. I've actually never cheated on anyone or been cheated on, so I'm really not worried about honesty or whatever in relationships. Just never really been an issue, and I'm lad of that. But this is still a little disconcerting.
I mean, I'm not one of those chicks who's like "no you can't go look at titties." Come on. It's me. I'm one of those chick's who's like, "Hey look! Titties!" Sheesh. And for the love of crap, it was a bachelor party. I was a little disappointed he hadn't gone to a titty bar-- Canada's right there and everyone says the "Canadian ballet" is so much fun. And here he had all along? Why on earth wouldn't he feel he could tell me?
So that bugged me a bit. Chris was talking about the strip club, and Dave seemed uncomfortable. He warmed up a bit and talked about how they had a cool act or two but he'd otherwise found it sort of creepy in there, and that was ok, but he just seemed uncomfortable mentioning it at first. Which would be why he hadn't told me about it, but still... What's to be uncomfortable about? Sheesh.
I guess I'll have to go with him to one and see what's so awful about them.

...

But when we do, we'll need a dog-sitter, because it'll probably mean we'd be out more than two hours and we've proven the dog can't hold it that long.

Sheesh. Stupid dog.

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[(Anonymous)]

Sorry About the inapp. comments. :-(

Me Sad.. Me asshole...

Daniel De (not fine) Oh

[dragonlady7.livejournal.com]

You didn't make inappropriate comments, silly. None of the comments were inappropriate. Dave has chosen to express himself rather poorly over the issues, but I don't really have much of a problem, so long as he admits that his choices regarding the methods of discussion of the matter have been somewhat under par. :)