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OK. I gave you guys plenty of opportunities to object, but I heard nothing. I'm cracking one open!

I only had to sit my ass on the bed and yell, "I LIKE BEER!!!" 9 times at the top of my lungs before Ant magically appeared at the door with a ''What the fuck is wrong with you?!?" look on his face (if only I had a dollar for every time he gave me that look) and a nice, cold glass full of cheap, yellow beer in his hand for yours truly.

Total score!!!!

Next time I'll try yelling, "I LIKE BEER AND A SMILE!!!" because seriously, I could do without the attitude.

:-)

Thursday night Ant and I headed down/over to Itaewon for some beers with my friends GS, Voice, and Joel. And, thanks to the generosity of you bloggers, I got to drink REAL beer! I settled on Alley Kat, since that was pretty much the best that was being offered. We had a pretty good time hitting up some good hash bars (Scrooge's Pub and Dulce's). As much fun as Thursday night was, Friday morning was not so much fun!

I'm pretty certain that the rest of this trip is gonna require a lot of beer. If you'd like me to drink a beer in your honor, it'll cost you a buck.* That's right, folks, for ONE DOLLAR, I will raise my glass (or can, or bottle, or whatever) in your honor and salute you before I chug away. In return, you get to help me get drunk and just maybe, if I get enough dollars, I will post a little transcript of the conversation Ant and I have, since I will more than likely drunk dial him and say all kinds of ridiculous shit. Sounds like a great bargain to me, so pay up, mofos!

*This wasn't my idea. Glaven's trying to get me drunk.

Last night Ant and I walked down to OB to watch the sunset and have a few beers. We were looking for a place to sit when we noticed Stefaans' uber cool minivan in the lot, so we parked ourselves on the hood, cracked open some cold ones, and watched Stefaans paddle his little heart out amongst all the waves. When he finally got out of the ocean, we chilled for a bit and listened to his stories from his recent trip to Mexico (no wind makes for a pretty dull kitesurfing trip) and then said our goodbyes and headed off for some BBQ at Brothers Restaurant, on Geary.