Josh

Justin stuck around with me after work… trying to troubleshoot a stupid Flash problem. I never did figure out what the fuck was wrong, and ended up applying a manual hack to get things working properly.

Fuck – I was so disgusted, I felt bad for Justin sticking around. We both went down to Dunphy’s, and had a few drinks and talked about the night.

I hung out a bit with Josh, who is a bartender there, and has an intimidating knowledge of movies. We talked about Film Noir a while, and the difference between working and school.

Both Josh and Justin impressed upon me the folly of actually ordering a "double-shot" of anything at all. In their minds, simply ordering a shot of liquor "neat" was enough to insinuate to the barkeep that you were a professional drinker who knew his shit.

As the night progressed. they were both proved correct.

From here on out – no more doubles. Everything I drink is "neat" and dependent on the bartender’s generosity.

Here’s to bigger tips.