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Monday, December 31, 2007
Booth? No Thanks...
I will wait for a stool. When going to a bar it defeats the purpose to sit at a table. As soon as you do you are no longer at a bar you are at a restaurant that serves drinks. You have an extra degree of separation when ordering drinks, extra wait time. You are isolated from everyone else in your own island of chairs. What fun is that? No thanks I think I will wait for a stool.
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At first I thought you were talking about the huge shit you were going to need to take after the weekend of partying ;o)
Ew Rocket! LOL
I myself hate the stool. I'm never comfortable in them and feel awkward. If I have to be actually at the bar, I'll stand, but then everyone asks me every 5 minutes: Do you want to sit down?
NO damn it! I'm standing.
Grrr...
for me, it depends on what kind of outing it is, how many people there are, etc. but i totally get your point!
Also when you end up at a table it can feel like you are on a date. And really I love my friends but I don't want to feel like I am on a date with them.
When I find myself waiting for a stool, I find a cup of coffee to help.
I tried not to do that but found myself unable to resist.
Aren't you a 30 year old American Atheist now?
Happy New Year!
I start with the stool and then after a few rounds of dancing on the bar, I might grab a chair or a booth. Once properly innebriated, I tend to fall off the stools. Eventually, this all ends with me passed out on the bathroom floor next to the toilet.
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