Tummy's

It's 7ish Wed.- I just got off work and I must run home, scarf down some food, watch "Lost" and "Alias" and then venture out to Tumulty's Pub. It was risky but I had a beer on the way to Tummy's (I love to drink in the streets), I was 2 seconds away from getting caught by a policeman driving by. Whew. Wednesday night is open mic night and my friend is performing (we'll call him guy pal #2). I arrived at 11:30ish- totally missed my friends performance (he goes on early to get it over with, he gets a little stage fright) maybe I'll catch him next Wed. So I'm hanging out with gal pal #8, guy pal #2, and #3... we're chewing the fat, drinking beers, and watching the other bunch of talented amateurs. Next stop Glo (cocktail lounge), but only for a second- just to say hi to a friend that works there (and for me to get a peek at a very handsome bartender (hott≈ness). Okay, now next stop the Harvest Moon, where we met up with gal pal #2. Gal pal #2 is a little peeved, because she is being stalked.- Nothin' a beer can't cure- So we chugged a lug and talked about the crazy stalker. Next stop McCormick's (swanky dive bar- swanky... right) on the other side of town. McCormick's jukebox is the soundtrack of my life. -I am drunk- So I do shots with gal pal #2, yada, yada, yada -closing time- "Last call for alcohol, happy hour is inforced by law" Gal pal #2 and I head to a brief after party as the rest of my posse dissipate into the night. Whew. Am I still alive.