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Saturday was boys night out, and we hoofed it down to Tower23 at the JRDN restaurant to start out the evening. I’ve eaten at JRDN’s before – the steak was excellent although I’ve heard the fish is somewhat lackluster – but had never hung out at the bar before. (I had the sirloin with tri-peppercorn rub in a Cabernet reduction. Try it.) Overall, they’re going for the South Beach style trendiness I find a little irritating. (Yes, I’ve been to South Beach – briefly – so I’m not talking completely out of my ass here.) There were plenty of beautiful women, although mostly appeared attached or uber-maintenance. (Surprise.) Despite the downtown-prices of drinks ($8 to $10 well drinks), the bartenders where quite amiable although very busy. After buying the first round, I figured I didn’t have to pay for the rest of the night.

Now, when I’m out with this group of friends, I usually find myself drinking entirely too much. We usually close down the bars, and my next day is seriously compromised unless I manage to wake up, train, and sweat out the hangover. It’s not their fault, somehow I just lose all common sense and keep consuming, perhaps because they’re so fun to chill with I forget I’m drinking. Well, considering I don’t really like getting tanked, I’ve adopted a bio-chemical approach to these outings that’s worked rather well for me: red wine. Not only do I enjoy wine, but I can’t drink a warm red very fast. We rolled in around 10pm, left after 1am, and in total I had two glasses of wine. Went to bed sober, there was no fogginess of recollection, and I awoke refreshed enough to hang out with my sister, help my friend move, take care of errands, and do my Japanese homework. I think I like this plan. Oh, and it also gave me a new perspective on the whole female introduction/approach thing ….

As I said before, I enjoy drinks, but not getting ripped, but by the time 11pm on Saturday night creeps up, I’ve definitely got a little buzz going. Enough to see failed pick up attempts (mine and others’) as more entertaining than anything else. I must say, they’re even funnier without the buzz. Top two lines that night that made absolutely no contribution to continuing the conversation (neither spoken by myself):

1) To a very tall girl: “Hey, wow, you’re really tall. Hey, wait, where’re you going … ?” (Duh.)

2) To a girl we just barely met:

Girl: “Wanna hear a dirty joke?”

Guy: “You’re a stripper!”

Girl: …

Um, yeah, that went over well. Especially when she’s 5’ 2” / 100 lbs. with DD’s. Maybe (or may not be) accurate, but not complimentary. Thanks for helping me out, guys.

As a side note, considering that a bunch of us had just seen “40 Year Old Virgin,” the (non-PC) theme of the evening was finding variations on “You know how I know you’re gay?” (If you’ve seen the movie you know what I’m talking about.) Unfortunately, the best cut-down to come out of it was from me against myself, when Frenchie was getting me my second glass:

Chris: You know how I know you’re gay?

Me: Because a French guy at a bar is buying me wine?

(Groan. Didn’t translate. Well, par for this post so far. Narative’s as tightly woven as goatse’s ass.)

On the upshot, I met a good looking girl, T–, that’s a bit of a music junkie (and works for a local indie station), skis, is interested in travel, all sort of good stuff, so hopefully we’ll hook up this weekend. Also got a date planned with B– from last weekend.

Was there a point to this post? Well, I think it had something to do with finding applicability of various strategies in different areas, but I really didn’t develop this post ahead of time, so it pretty much sucks reindeer balls. Deal with it.