I will try an experiment. Now, this is sanctioned by neither Jen, Kyle, nor BarFly in any way. Hell, it will probably upset your mom too. But Kyle was lamenting about how the bars forget about little ol' Bar Fly Magazine when a new bar opens or happy hour specials change. Well, no better way to change that then become the mob that bar owners love (money!) and hate (will they ever stop showing up?). To that end, I am going to suggest a location for like minded folks -- that'd be you -- to meet up for a Friday afternoon decompression.

Now there will be a downside to all of this. If no one shows up, my poor, frail ego will be badly brused that a web site full of strangers care none about my designs to meet fun, new people. If, on the other hand, Kyle writes back and says "you idiot, we get one thousand unique visits a day" then there will be a chance to try out the new drinking game: Every time someone asks "what do you mean I cannot come in because you have reached maximum capacity?" every lucky bastard in the bar has to do a shot and cheer. Good times or bad idea. You decide.

Anyway, I will be at the Red Room this coming Friday, May 4 at 5pm. Take a good look at my picture (or just look for the one guy in the bar wearing a bright yellow Tiki shirt) and come by and say "Hi!" -- or curse my name for thwarting your ability to get a drink at what was your local favorite. Although if you take the later option, I will point and laugh boisterously at your foolishness for showing up in the first place. No one can defeat The Dark Knight of Drinkalot Shire.

Did I mention that this is my own doing and not affiliated with BarF in any way? Oh good. Unless it turns out to be a blast, then Jen made me do it.