Kyle pretty much sumed up our Liveon Noir experience. The reason we even met at the Pirate Skippy was because I met some co-workers there for a gift exchange. While Kyle didn't get there until 9, I had been there since 6. Three hours of wine and burning ass balls and you could say I had a fucking headstart. What confused me most, though, was the serving of wine in a juice glass. What the fuck is that? Can I have ice with that? I felt like Peter Seller's, Chancey, in the film Being There. People looked at me like I specifically requested the 4oz cylander. Add to that the seats make your head eye level with the tables. It was a round table of eyes trying to speak over their food. I almost felt like turning to the bartender's tits and saying "momma" with a fork in one hand and my little juice glass in the other.

After everyone showed up from work we passed around gifts. Of course, I get the one wrapped with a picture of a naked man staring fiercly into my eyes. I tore it open hoping it wasn't gay porn or some coming of age film with gay themes. I got Hedwig and the Angry Itch. I hear good things about the film, but I'm not sure if I'm too into identity crisis musicals. I gave away The Evil Dead because, well,  I think everyone should have that film in their collection. By the time Kyle got there I was pretty much on my way to the Houdini. The rest is pretty much summed up in Kyle's 4000 word opus below.

I can say with confidence that we're liking the Noir. It may in fact be our new Tunnel. Ahhhh... fuck it .