…so I rarely go clubbing for some obvious, (and some not so obvious) reasons. Regardless, I found myself in a lounge of some sort last night. I can hear the ill-worded questions floating up from the bog of incompetence already.

“Hey Jordan, how come you don’t have any pictures?”

So I wanted a new digital camera. My old one was only 3 mega pixels. So I put the piece of junk in the microwave for a minute and took it to Best Buy and tried to get a new one. They insisted on sending it out to service instead of getting me a new one, (I have a service plan, not a replacement plan). They said it was “SOP.” (There’s a trivia question for you drunkards out there).

So the place we ate out last night was called Crazy Hook. Hook as in Captain Hook I’m guessing because the restaurant was pirate themed. In Korean Town. A Pirate Themed Korean Restaurant. I’m going to open a Ninja Themed Pakistani Restaurant to be their rival.

So I’m sitting at the bar. I flag down a rather lumpy looking Mexican bar tender for a bottle of water. As I take a sip, I hear somebody purr in my ear.

“How much was that?”

I look over and almost bump noses with a very attractive girl. I do what any guy would do in that situation, and tell her I’ll buy her one. She then turns to her more attractive friend who I didn’t notice at first, then comes and faces me again.

“Ok, but how much was it?”

At this point, I’m getting a little annoyed. I ask her if she wants two, one for her and one for her friend. She shakes her head. By then the lumpy Mexican bartender comes back with her bottle, and she takes a much needed swig. At this point, I guess she knows a little bit about bar etiquette and tries to make small talk. I ask the pair if they’re Japanese, (because my nipples were getting perky, and that’s a tell-tale sign) and they both answer yes. Then I ask them how long they’ve been here, cause it was fairly late, yet both of them looked pristine and unruffled, like they just arrived.

“Two years,” she answered me. I blinked.

“No, how long have you been here…at this club!”

I couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“Oh,” she replied looking a little abashed, “only a few hours.”

After that little exchange they both excused themselves for a smoke. . . …