May 15th, 2009 | |
Posted in Bar, Beer by Dkd
Despite what some may believe, my total ficklicity immersion experience complete with estrogen packets was a result of me totally checking into heartbreak hotel when my dreams of a happy hour-esque gala were short lived and slammed in my face by the reality that there was no one to cruise the specials with since everyone I would care to drink with doesn’t get off until after – the – happy hour therefore crushing all hopes for cheap beers and thrills right after the work hours. Because then everything goes back to regular price and I don’t want to play victim here, but due to certain economic weather conditions I could use an easy beer.
So I was a bit unsettled after I had reluctantly settled for Father’s Office 2. We stayed for a beer, then =W= made the push for Bleu. Brilliant, since I was over the happy hour sentiment and was tinkering with the idea of Bleu throughout the day.
As usual, after a few ounces of liquor hitting my brain, I was out to sink my teeth into one of the bleu girls – Ayano – this time around, whose – bear with me here – mouth was very yummy looking. Seriously, her mouth. I wanted to wrap mine around hers and this is fuckin weird, because gat dangit if you will, this shit always happens to me at Bleu where I get a bit fuzzy and the bleu girls just start looking like delectable treats I want to package in cute asian wrapping and take home. Gawd that was a fetish sentence if there was one.
Point is, after a semi disappointing beginning to the evening, it ended well.
Bleu, never fails.
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Karaoke Bleu 