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blast from the past

Once upon a time, I lived in San Antonio. I lived across the street from a great little pub called The Flying Saucer. I went to The Flying Saucer a few times per week. The waitresses at The Flying Saucer were generally kind of cute. As such, my friends and I made sure to hit on as many of these waitresses as we could. I even went out with one of them. Good times. Long story, that. Anyway, moving on.

Last week, I went digging in the pockets of a jacket I don't wear very often and I pulled out this receipt, almost exactly four years after I received it. After looking at the name, I realized that I have no recollection of Jillian-Marie, which means she may be the only Saucer waitress my friends and I didn't hit on. She was a lucky girl.

I therefore present you with this fossil, this ancient record, this snapshot into the life of a 24-year-old Particleman. On Monday, February 16, 2004, Particleman was likely recovering from a weekend of drunken nothingness and decided to go to the Saucer with his fellow apathetic workmates. He dined on chips and queso, Franzniskaner, and Young's Double Chocolate stout. Particleman then likely returned to his abode, having stumbled across the "street" separating his apartment complex from the pub, located his bed, and fell on it, waking up the next day in the same business casual attire he wore the day before. After a shower, and maybe a shave if he could bring himself to it, he dragged himself back to his cubicle, where he diligently worked on documenting the software documents and running the document website at the Massive Insurance Company.

This concludes our exploration of Particleman's social life, circa early 2004.

Comments (6)

skorloff:

you should do laundry more often.

particleman:

probably. but that takes work.

Lisa:

Franziskaner is a very good choice of beer. One of my favourites.

Isn't there a Flying saucer bar in Houston as well? I think I went there. YES, I did. It was the night when my friend, who was trying to be jewish, got arrested by the police for walking on the light rail tracks!!!

Now there's a story I should tell you one day.

*laughing*

particleman:

Houston does have a Flying Saucer. I'm not sure i see the connection between walking on train tracks and trying to be Jewish, but i'm sure it involves alcohol and a childhood marked with an over-bearing Jewish mother...

Mark:

That's great! I've just moved to San Antonio from Atlanta and was looking for a good pub, which proves the value of this type of post, to me at least.

particleman:

Glad i could help. You might also try the Broadway area. Or go to the Saucer and ask for the table with USAA guys that look like hippies. They can also probably point you to some cool pubs.

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