Went to Bazaar both nights this weekend.

Alex snagged a dude with his Rolex, which was a monumental waste of the best pick-up line since "excuse me, I seemed to have misplaced my congression medal of honor":.

"Excuse me, But your sweater has gotten stuck on my Rolex".

The guy took it like a champ, if you know what I mean. After the incident the sweater was earning horrific to-the-pain-esque remarks from the crowd like "Oh my god, what is that thing!!". It looked like he took a shotgun blast to the kidneys. I would have had to go home, but he was dancing with the prettiest woman in the bar, says Alex. (I thought the prettiest was the girl in the striped dress and matching wrist band).

Earlier a guy had ordered two red bull drinks, which we would have mocked had we had the energy. The irony wasn't lost on us. And then another man of questionble taste ordered two buttery nipples and Vanilla Stoli-and -Coke. This definately would have galvanized our attack had he not paid for it with a UGA Visa. Oh, make no mistake about it, this pissed us off even more, but we were too stunned to act. All this had Alex mumbling to himself "I am in a David Lynch Movie, I am in A David Lynch Movie....". I told him that after a half-dozen of the Grey Goose and Bombays he'd been drinking, everything starts to feel like a David Lynch Movie. No one knows how to make one of those by the way. Probably this is because there is no right way.

One bartender laid down a Gin Martini with a shot of Vodka on The side, and then asked, "Who's the senior citizen who orders these types of drinks?". Everyone pointed to me.

I can't get a fair shake.

If it wasn't the strange drinks making Alex dizzy, it was my handwriting. I usually just bite my tongue when people say things like "I have the worst handwriting in the world". There are a lot of diseases and conditiones one could have that might effect someone's penmanship such that it is worse than mine. I saw, for instance, a guy whose toes were surgically attatched to his hand to replace his fingers. Something like that might put you in the runnning.

Anyhow, Alex got ahold of some of my penmanship and had laughed himself into demensia. At one point he was cordially asking people at the bar to transcribe "WhiskeySlowdown", in an attempt to establish a benchmark. Fortunately for me, Atlanta women are largly incapable of conversation this beyond the norm, and often retreat behind horrified or snide stares. "Excuse me, would you mind writing THIS [pointing to words on napkin] on THIS [pointing to blank napkin], is not the same as as saying "Can you write THIS [Pointing to words], on THIS [Grabbing her Ass]", but the differnce is apparantly lost on some people. The old Alex would have then insulted them untill they cried, which was allways fun.

At the airport Alex talked me into staying in San Antonio for a week. Were going to go see Bob Schneider in Corpus Christi on Friday and work on the QProject all week.

We did do some business this weekend, coming up with the company slogan "The only thing we do Offsore, is Vacation".