And to Hermosa we go

It's Friday. It's the day that the world says goodbye to the troubles of the work week and gets ready to have some fun. Or if you're like me you pretend to say good bye to the troubles of the work week and have some fun anyway. I make some calls and nothing seems to be going on. Why is it my first weekend here there was a ton of stuff going on and now nothing? Those that are in town are laying low. Umm ok.

So a friend of mine decide to head to Hermosa and hit the crazy happy hour specials. 2 for 1 till 7pm at Sharkey's on the Pier. It's 4:30pm and it's packed. We walk around and finally find a seat in the corner of the deck. The waitress walks up and asks if we just came from inside and I tell her no we just got here. Waitress is hot. Bleach blonde hair but it become apparently rather quickly she's missing a couple of cells upstairs. The same can be said of the better looking blonde she is training. Sadly the only really attractive women in our vicinity are the two waitresses. I thought Southern California was supposed to be running rampant with hotties. So far I haven't seen it. A couple of more local bars in Arlington are stocked with more talent than I've been seeing here. Well so my friend and I start talking to someone only it's the dude sitting next to me who's stuck there all by himself because his girlfriend refusing to come out tonight because it's freezing. Mind you it's a whopping 65 or something. Oh yeah that's ice cold. He tries to justifiy it by saying she's from Pasedena and doesn't know any better. Ok ok. Whatever. Meanwhile the east coast is getting a snow storm. Ok there dude.

We've had a enough and the special is over so we decide to move on to the dragon which has half price drinks till 9pm. Did I mention you can get in a lot of trouble in Hermosa? Only our brilliant waitress has double charged us. We have not had what she claims she has. They both try to explain the bill to us but I can see the steam coming out of there ears and frankly it's hurting us trying to fight them. Luckily for them we're happy and don't feel like fight. It dawns on us that we ordered a couple of rounds and had to remind her and we figure she put the order in and just forgot to pick them up and once we reminded her she put another order in. Since it's half price and we're in decent moods we move on. She's not worth the energy for the extra 10 bucks. Either she's one hell of a scam artist (which who knows could be possible), she's making the bar bank by being an idiot, or she needs the all the help she can get in life so we let it go.

We go to the Dragon which is uneventful except for the fact the dude with the girlfriend is talking to a handful of hotties and is doing nothing to help out us. In fact he's completely forgotten us so we move on to the Poop Deck. And yes you. read that right. The name of the bar is the poop deck. The bar is a complete dive bar which considering the name is not a shocker. But next thing we know we're in the middle of a flip cup game which we continue to play much longer than we should of but had a moment of clarity and decided to call it a night. Yup that's right I got Pooped at Poop Deck. That my friends is good times.