Irish coffee, frisky felines & ghostly encounters?

Earlier this evening, after time spent in the library being unusually productive, my friend Heather and I decided to grab something to eat on the way home. Then, we were hit with a fantastic idea! We decided to stop in at Pete's pub, which just so happened to be on the way to the eating establishment we were headed to, to have an irish coffee. I had been dying to try one ever since I'd heard about them a few weeks ago. Being the coffee addict/fanatic/enthusiast that I am, I could barely contain my excitement and didn't mind spending a whopping $12.50 on two standard-sized cups.

When our irish coffees came out, however, we were a little more than shocked. We were appalled. Where was the cream (obviously the best part!)? It definitely didn't look like any irish coffee I'd seen pictured on the internet. We didn't want to waste though, so we decided to take a sip, despite its grim appearance.. BAD idea. Where do I start? There was absolutely no sugar, a necessary ingredient (check wikipedia). Furthermore, you couldn't really taste any of the coffee over the whiskey (Can I have some coffee with my whiskey, please?). It was quite possible to get drunk off of the awful excuse-for-a-drink just by inhaling. And to be honest, I'm not the biggest whiskey fan. Needless to say, I'm extremely disappointed. The end.

On a totally different note, the alley beside my apartment seems to be housing a feline who has exceptional time-telling abilities. Every night between the hours of four and five am, he moans and howls at the top of his lungs. Some nights, he fights with something (however, I can only hear one cat-- weird). Others nights, he sounds like he's in heat (maybe he is actually a she!!!). I don't know why this particular stray has chosen my alley or why it proceeds to make its presence known at such an odd hour. However, I am impressed by its exceptional ability to keep track of time.. though it's insanely creepy. I would like to suggest honing its natural abilities to make myself a back-up alarm clock.. because everyone knows I like to sleep through my morning classes. Oops!

Lastly, I would like to mention the fact that my apartment is haunted. At least I'm convinced it is. I am exceptionally good about saving electricity, turning off the water, locking the door-- stuff like that. Those are things that I do not forget to do. So, it was very unfortunate when I walked into my bathroom last night to brush my teeth and my sink was going full blast. You're thinking that I must've forgotten to turn it off after my last bathroom trip. Nope, that's not it. I'd actually spent some time in my kitchen, which is right next to the bathroom, only a few moments before and I did not hear any running water. So how did this happen? Excellent question. I'm still trying to figure that out myself since my faucets are old and hard to turn on and off. It couldn't possibly have slipped on.

So you think I'm crazy, right? Things go bump in the night. Big deal. But there are just too many unexplainable events that have occurred in my apartment over the past few months. Right now, sitting alone in my shadowy living room, I'd rather not think about it.

[photos from google.com]

Drawbacks of a Night on the Town

So, all I'm looking for is a nice night out with a few girl friends. Just the opportunity to get dressed up-- feel pretty. Dancing is a must. Fruity drinks, optional. Of course we're going to go to the hippest spot in town.. or the only place that has a dance floor in our area. It's time to step into heels, crank up the music and get ready for a good time. Or so I thought..

Now I'm not sure who it was who told men that it's okay to hit on women in any of the following ways, but somewhere along the line, they received some pretty ridiculous advice. A brief description of some of my most recent favorite creepers:
[1] The beer-sloshing, ash-flicking inebriate: This is the man who is overly enthusiastic to meet new people. So ecstatic that he is unconsciously spilling beer all over your jeans and dropping cigarette ashes on your $90 boots while he attempts to hit on you. I stress attempts.
[2] The OMG, ME TOO!!!! guy: It doesn't matter what you say in your attempts to scare him off, it's bound to fail. Why? Because he loves it too!! Tell him you murder people in your downtime and you've got someone to drag the bodies for you because it's his favorite pastime. Partners in crime. Score.
[3] The pedophile: Begins a conversation with "Are you girls even old enough to be in here?! You look like you're thirteen!" He then proceeds to chat you up and may even suggest you exchange numbers and get together sometime. How much more disgusting can you get? Who would want to be with a guy who is turned on by the fact that you "look like a preteen"?
[4] The old high school pal: He isn't just any old guy who went to your high school. "Remember me? I remember you from ________ high school! I [a] was your substitute teacher once [b] took your senior pictures [c] watched you in all of your softball games." Enough said.

Now, the way you respond in any one of these situations is key. Refrain from encouraging conversation. Your best bet, get far, far away. There's plenty of bar to go around. I, however, have a problem with being unfriendly. My attempts to discourage these encounters somehow backfire and I end up stuck in a never-ending conversation with one of the above offenders. I guess everything has both positive and negative aspects. What matters is that we didn't let these sleazy, unclassy predators ruin our fantastic night out! <3