Is it really finally Friday?

I don't know about all of you but this has been possibly the longest week ever in the history of mankind. By only Tuesday we were convinced it was actually Thursday. And by 'convinced' I mean it literally caused extreme scheduling blunders and all around confusion. 'TGIF' never rang so true.

Now for the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard:
Last night we met some of our fellow members of XBX for a few drinks and good cheer (per usual) at Joe's. When it was finally time for a carbomb The Royale put in the order. Then...it hurts now even thinking back on it...Bagz said, "we're out of Guinness."

(I'll give you a second to mull over that one)....................

Just like that. Without the slightest bit of compassion. The entire Corner was stunned. I heard crickets. After what seemed like hours of silence we finally began our interrogation and discovered that the Guinness had only been delivered that afternoon and would take several hours to come to peak carbombing temperature. Not gonna lie - that explanation was not satisfying. Why weren't we informed beforehand? I never received a phone call, email, text (i can do that again, btw), nothing. Did the person in charge of ordering inventory at Joe's really not believe a single carbomb would be ordered last night? I mean COME ON!

Anyway, the Guinness should be chilled to perfection tonight so no worries!

And now for a little bit of awesomeness:
Did you know there's a mystery shot box at Joe's? Neither did we. Evidently how this works is you reach into a box that's kept behind the bar and pull out an index card. Written on these index cards are names of various shots, many of which the bartenders have concocted themselves. Such smart bartenders! Anyway, obviously you can't look inside the box when it's time to draw as that would totally defeat the purpose, but whatever shot is written on your index card you must take. Refusing the shot is punishable by complete social rejection as no one will like you anymore and something totally gross and embarrassing about you will be written on the bathroom wall. This game sounds like fun! May have to try it tonight. Except they won't let us try the game tonight - or ever - because they're afraid we'll rip shit up if we get that drunk...