15 points
Buy A Stranger A Drink by aaron rhodes
June 15th, 2006 3:07 PM
Last night I roamed the sunset looking to buy a drink for a stranger. I had planned to buy a white russion and say it was from Dostoyfski. Or whater that poets name is. I have never read any of his work. It was quite silly, but I had a plan!
I went to this place called Durty Nelly's on Irving. It was dead. There were five people in the place including me and the bartender. I got nervous. I didn't what to buy a guy a drink because I thought they would think I was hitting on them. I didn't want to buy a girl a drink because I didn't want them to think I was hitting on them.
I bought myself a drink and left. I headed over to the Goal Post on noriega. It was packed! There were some 40 people there or so. Apparently it was college night and they had dollar shots and dollar beer.
To get over my silly insecurities I told the bartended to send a white russian down to the 6th person from the end of the bar. She was unimpressed with my ambiguous direction.
suddenly a man with a bright yellow ball cap stood up on a bar seat and was screaming across the room. His unkempt hait and sideways ball cap made him my stranger. I pointed at the young man and said to the bartender, 'that's my man!'
He got the drink and was ecstatic and gave me the thumbs up whislt yelling,"White Russian, woo!" This naturally made me laugh. I went across the bar to meet him and found out that his name was Gregory. Strangely enough he was half irish and half russian. We joked that he was a "white russian' , how droll.
Later that evening a stranger bought me a drink when we found a common connection in our like of frank sinatra. So I guess it just goes to show, buy a stranger a drink and good things happen!
I went to this place called Durty Nelly's on Irving. It was dead. There were five people in the place including me and the bartender. I got nervous. I didn't what to buy a guy a drink because I thought they would think I was hitting on them. I didn't want to buy a girl a drink because I didn't want them to think I was hitting on them.
I bought myself a drink and left. I headed over to the Goal Post on noriega. It was packed! There were some 40 people there or so. Apparently it was college night and they had dollar shots and dollar beer.
To get over my silly insecurities I told the bartended to send a white russian down to the 6th person from the end of the bar. She was unimpressed with my ambiguous direction.
suddenly a man with a bright yellow ball cap stood up on a bar seat and was screaming across the room. His unkempt hait and sideways ball cap made him my stranger. I pointed at the young man and said to the bartender, 'that's my man!'
He got the drink and was ecstatic and gave me the thumbs up whislt yelling,"White Russian, woo!" This naturally made me laugh. I went across the bar to meet him and found out that his name was Gregory. Strangely enough he was half irish and half russian. We joked that he was a "white russian' , how droll.
Later that evening a stranger bought me a drink when we found a common connection in our like of frank sinatra. So I guess it just goes to show, buy a stranger a drink and good things happen!