Remembrance of things Pabst

So we had a tough day with a lot of employee problems and miscellaneous bullshit. We get a call from one of the girls who is a good friend of ours from the store who also ended up appearing on the show. Red Jen the jeweler lived in the neighborhood and used to shop in the store. As usual Lisa adopted her and I got stuck doing shit that I didn't want to do. Don't get me wrong. She is a great girl and a lot of fun in a good time redheaded Irish girl kind of way.

But one time she had to go on vacation and asked us to water her plants and take care of her pets. I said ok until we got to her apartment. It turns out that she had goldfish. Not a cat. Not a dog. Not a bird. FUCKING GOLDFISH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I mean fucking goldfish are supposed to die. And then you flush them. You win them in the little bowl in the game at the feast where you get the ping pong ball in the thing and the fucking goldfish dies before you get it home. So I says to Lisa "Let's just flush the scaly motherfucker here and now and come back in two week and put a new fucking goldfish in the tank." Of course she wouldn't let me do it. Fuck.

Anyhoo Red Jen calls and says to meet at Hanley's one of the oldest bars in NYC which is on the corner of my block. Irishmen have been getting piss drunk in there since the fucking Draft Riots. Of the Civil War. We used to go there all the time. I mean I used to go there at the time when I was a kid and it was a neighborhood joint where only neighborhood guys used to go. Now it is full of yuppie scum and hipster dofous cocksuckers.

We get there and Red Jen is sitting with a couple three of her friends. One of the girls had purple hair. And her boyfriend had a fucking derby. A fucking fucking derby. He had no idea what I was talking about when I asked him if was from Kentucky. Jumping Jesus.

Oh and to add to the fun it was karaoke night. And the Knicks were getting slaughtered by Miami. I am watching Lebron windmill dunk on Tyson Chandlers fucking knucklehead while some cunt is screeching out "Total Eclipse of the Heart." WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And man did the waitresses ever suck. And not in a good way like they used to do in the "Foxy Den." One of them marched up and down like fucking Oliver Hardy in the "March of the Wooden Soldiers" and kept telling me she wasn't my waitress. And the twat that was my waitress kept disappearing for twenty minutes at a time. What's up with that shit?

But you know why should I complain. The wife let me off the leash a little. I had about six pints of Guinness's, a rare cheeseburger and double order of tater tots so what the fucking fuck I can't complain. I mean I had to listen to Derby guy talk about his job and the cackling of the other fuckin'  twats about how cool Michelle Obama is but at least I got to hang out in a bar and have a few pints and a burger. It has been a while.

And you know what.

I don't fuckin' miss it in the least.

Especially some Mo singing "Footloose."

WAITRESS BRING ME ANOTHER PINT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!