After the interview on Monday I drove to Ontario, California to catch my flight home.
And then hung out at the airport bar.
For 6 hours :).
Due to language barriers, my first drink was ordered as a double vodka martini with a lemon twist and ended up being a double shot of Grey Goose in a tumbler with a slice of lime. Which was actually pretty good.
After Norma went home, I spent the rest of the evening hanging out with the new bartender, Tamara. This drunk couple who was at the bar already when I got there, and this middle aged white woman from San Francisco. Lord, y'alls we had a good time burping and scratching. Tamara got a call from this guy who's been her heart forever, seriously, y'alls. Just cause she's recently out of a 5 year relationship with a woman and he's got six baby momma's and eight babies don't mean shit. They's meant to be together. Or at least hit it and quit it while she double bags it to avoid the lazer sperm this guy apparently has.
Who's in the mood to go to Ontario, California now? Anybody?
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