Why am I here?

There are a lot of thoughts going on in my head right now. First one is why am I here. I could have dialed it in. I could be at home sleeping. Instead I am at work where I know I won't do all that much.

But I will get paid.

Ah, that is why I am here.

My brain feels like it is floating in beer. I gave it a good 6 hours of swim time yesterday. Right after work I headed across the street to enjoy some nice Leinenkugel Sunset Wheat. Great. Fuckin. Beer. If you like Blue Moon, try the Leinie's Sunset Wheat. It just may be the best beer they have ever made.

It was with the work people that I pissed some people off. They are all excited about Pearl Jam playing Summerfest. I yawned and simply said they are a bunch of overrated whiners and that the 90s was the worst decade of music ever. That is me. Making friends where ever I go.

After giving it a couple hours at the workplace watering hole, I headed out to Big Mommas to meet up with Gambino. Glad I did because Erik was at the bar as well. We had been talking about having him come down to Big Mommas to meet up with some of the local blogging elite *cough cough* such as I, Gambino, and Dave. I tried to get Dave on the line but he wasn't answering or he was face down on the kitchen floor after drinking Kesslers.

When I got to the bar, H comes up to me and says there is a guy at the end of the bar asking about someone who drinks Makers Mark. Maybe that is how I should be known from now on. The guy who drinks Maker's Mark. I like that. Except when I try to drink it too fast and it goes down the wrong pipe. Did that last night. Just a tad embarassing.

Where was I? Oh yeah, so Gambino, Erik and I sat around shooting the shit comparing bars. We shall be heading out to his local establishment next week to check it out. It is a comarison of who dive bar is more....divey? Should be good. I am glad he came out.

I took off early from the bar. Still haven't figured out exactly why I am at work right now. Could have slept in and no one would have known the difference.

But in 8 hours I will be out. I will probably be up drinking more beer later. Maybe this time I will eat something. Broke that rule last night. Must remember to eat when drinking for 6 hours. The corn beef, mayo and saurkraut sandwich wasn't bad though.

I do know that my tolerance for stupidity is on the low side today. I gave my co-worker the blank look when she asked why I hadn't taken the day off to go fishing. It is cold and rainy. You are not funny. At least that is the look that I was trying to give. Then I listen to my voicemail and my boss perhaps asked the stupidest question. No, it wasn't "Do you like beer?". I was close with "Do you have plans for Summerfest?"

I think I need to find some donuts.