amusedAt Akbar, I had a marguerita. Yum. I'm not very good at selecting mixed drinks. I once tried a black russian in Glendale and it reminded me of what irish coffee tastes like. I've been asking around to see who can make zombies with creme au nuyaux, but I usually get a blank expression from the bartender; so I then ask if he knows of any mixes that include creme au nuyaux (which is an almond blend of liquor).
I sat in for the stand-up comedian performance, and the comediennes all thought I was prime for targeting because of my gloomy expression. I mean, I won't laugh just because everyone else is laughing, I don't care how prehistoric I look because of my lack of slang in my vocabulary. Most of the performers were talking about gay stuff anyway. It made me feel like I finally figured out the answer of what would happen if I walked into a gay bar filled with lesbians. One gal asked me if I could scoot a bit over so that I wouldn't be sitting so close to her. I think tonight was the first time I was ever told I looked old when the last act introduced me to her audience as her daddy.