The Catch!

I knew there had to be a catch to Boulder. As I got off from a LOOOOOONGGG shift last night, I bumped into my roommate who was just starting his shift. He asked what I was going to do and I told him that my back was killing me and I was going to get a six-pack and chill out.

"It's Sunday," he said.

I said, "I don't care. I need a beer." As I said that, I understood and continued with, "Wait, are you fucking kidding me? You can't buy alcohol on Sunday!"

"You can go to the bars."

That sucks.

So I only have a debit card with no PIN yet, and the bar he was mentioning that we go to later, probably didn't take cards. It's called "Outback Saloon."

Lots of funny shit happened at work today. I'm not going to list them all, but one was this small pot on the burners with a little oil in it and the burner on like full blast. The flames were flaring up the sides of the small pot. Shawn, the cafe manager asks me what I'm cooking. I said nothing. He points to that and I start rolling. He asks Francisco, the guy who was actually using it, "Are you using this?"

My back hurts, I can't finish writing this. Ask me later, I'll tell you.