bitterdiva

My Goodness My Baby Guinness

So this is twice this week that I had to experience some calamity at work. Monday morning a water main broke in the city of Troy wiping out water to the E.G. and Schodack area. Yesterday, although work was over, the power went kaput. That was a lot of fun with having to go to the bathroom but didn’t want to have to do my business in pitch black in fear of being eaten by a grue.

I went over to kris’s work and due to the contract they have with the state his building has generators because they have to be up at all times (or at least until 10 or something like that). Call home in Connecticut no power there, get in touch with mer and she had no power at work. Find out that Schenectady is also gone along with most of NY, Michigan, Ohio, and some places in Canada.

The ride home wasn’t bad actually, once we got into Albany the power was on in parts of downtown, mainly Madison Avenue, enable us to get home safely. The only bad part of the splotchy power outage was that Mahar’s was affected so no beer and as we were assuming, no bowling. Pat arrives home given a ride by a Tom who was celebrating his birthday, we encouraged him to hang out and help rescue the beers in the fridge from the potential demise. We’re Good Samaritans – never let the beer turn to the skunk side.

Pat and Tom walk down to the corner store to see if they had power and to pick up more beers and cigarettes. Fortune smiled upon us, the block over had power meaning the corner store did as well. Coming back from the walk carrying a 12-pack of Molson under their arms the neighbors across the street take notice of their successful mission and inquire where such goods were purchased. Ten minutes later we see the neighbors walking back home with a 12-pack and a case of Busch cans. Not like these people really needed to drink more since once was already lying prone on the porch.

Turkey burgers were made and we headed downstairs to continue our little fiesta on the picnic table and the grill. In the 20 months we have resided at the apartment, this was the first time ever using the picnic table so another reason to celebrate. Around 8 o’clock the power returns and there was much more rejoicing and rang up mer to find out if she also was fortunate in the Return of the Electricty episode. She wasn’t but was on her way over to spend it with us and in hopes of going to Mahar’s set off on a scouting mission.

Upon her arrival she was woot-ing thereby informing us of the auspicious and surprising news that mahar’s was in deed open and there were already people at the bar. We all mosey on down for some tasty pints sans Kris who’s several sheets to the wind by this point. We get there, get our list, get beer and sit.

I had the Sly Fox Black Raspberry Wheat Ale and I have to say for the first time this fruity little number didn’t do it for me. Perhaps it was all the Raspberry such and such I had already or the sour cherry ale that I had early. Mer and Pat spot the Marlboro cigarette guy outside and hook themselves up with the copper Zippo they’re handing out for completion of a survey. Tom and I wanting a second one, head over to Alibis where the guy was asking all the customers if they wanted to partake in the survey.

We follow the guy into the bar, and never having been in there before I don’t very much care for the vibe the place had going on. I like my bars with a lot of light this reminded me of a clinic catering to drunken insomniacs who haven’t slept in fifty years. It was dark, with lots of red lighting. The ambiance of the place was how I imagine strip clubs, now all I needed were the skanks hopped up on amphetamines giving lap dances to the male patrons. Which is who the people inside the bar were, middle classed men in dress shirts and ties. I felt dirty.

Tom and I agree to do a shot, he wants vodka and I immediately say Baby Guinness. I love my Baby Guinness like there’s no tomorrow and sometimes it feels that way when I wake the next morning. If you don’t know what a Baby Guinness is, here’s the 411. It’s 2.5 oz of Kaluha poured into a shot glass and 0.5oz of Bailey’s poured carefully against wall of the glass. You can now guess why it’s called a Baby Guinness. So the vacuous, buxom, bartendress needs to be enlightened (this place is a Martini bar not an Irish bar) – she gives us the shot and it goes down so smooth and creamy just like ice cream.

Street talk commences along with giddiness, which is a sign that I’m feeling pretty good at that moment. We got the Zippos and head back over to Mahar’s joining back up with Mer and Pat. Tom and I switch beers and I get Mer interested in a Baby Guinness (B.G.). Outside for a cigarette and then back over to Alibis for a shot of B.G. which the Mistress of the Alcohol fouls up but what can you do when she gives you a shooter instead of a shot for the same price. It’s not supposed to be shaken but in my drunken state I couldn’t exactly inform her of the proper procedures and amounts. It was still damn tasty though.

Back outside Mer bums a cigarette from someone and I start talking with two guys. You know I’m happy when I become social and outgoing. I was helpful to one guy Dave who was in search of a cigarette vending machine. They’re not very prevalent these days with the smoking ban, and in fact I believe there’s some clause of the law that they’re not supposed to be in bars. Oh well. The vending machine in Alibis works for the moment and I was the Goddess with Singles, giving Dave change.

Tom and I sit back down at the table and I start speaking with a brogue. The stages I go through with drinking are like the security levels: there is Code Giddy, Code Social (which is so named for the many socials called by my hysterical laughter), Code Chatty, Code Brogue, and finally Code Bed (since it’s the only word I’m capable of saying without taxing my functioning life supports). Figuring that this was a good time to go home at quarter to midnight I did so and the walk back home was a lot better than the walk to Mahar’s probably because of the temporal disruption with being drunk.

I woke up this morning thinking it was Saturday and was extremely irritated that it was in fact Friday and I had to go to work. I forwent the shower for the extra 15 minutes of waking time but I think I came out of the night pretty well with my 5 beers and two shots. I love being of drinking decent!

09:21 AM

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