It's just another Hungover Tuesday, whoooa, whooooa

I went to Rock-n-Roll Karaoke last night at Beerland, which I haven't done in a long time. It was tons of fun, even though I went by myself. In fact, it may have been more fun since I was by myself.

I got there are 9:30, because I thought it was supposed to start around 9, so I thought 9:30 was a modest time to get there. Then I realized and remembered that you shouldn't trust ads in the Austin Chronicle to tell you when shows start, especially on Red River. Which is fine, because it gave me some time to get my drink on so I'd have the nerve to actually sing something. I made a friend (acquaintance?) out of one of the bartenders, Rachelle, who remembered me from SWT when I worked at The University Star and she worked at KTSW. Sweet. I love being friends with bartenders, and I guess this cements Beerland as my staple bar in Austin. Which is great; it just means I'll be having to invest in cabs or friends that don't drink as much as me.

The whole time I was there I kept getting this flirty vibe off this really cute, tattooed and pierced guy who was sitting next to me most of the night. He finally spoke to me later on after he saw me turn in a song request to ask me what I was going to sing. My first song was "Yesterday Once More" by the Carpenters. His (his name was "Skip"; it reminded me of the demon that makes Cordie half-demon on Angel ... yeah, I see and talk to a hot guy and I think of a damn show ... not only am I a bad vegetarian, I'm obviously a bad gay guy as well, but we all already knew that, didn't we?) first song was "This Guy's In Love With You," which he reminded me was an awesome cover that Faith No More did. Skip did his song really rather well, or maybe it was the mixture of all the alcohol in me, his hotness, and the fact he was singing a "love" song.

Gah. Anyway. I drank way too much last night, enough for me to go up to Skip before leaving around 1 a.m.-ish (wouldn't a.m. ish be a great name for an amish rapper?) and saying I hope to see him next week, he did his songs well, and that I thought he was fucking hot. Yeah. And if I remember correctly, our hands lingered a little after the handshaking. But, again, I was really, really drunk. (I saw my tab this morning before coming to work, and I saw that I had two Jack and Cokes and six beers before closing my tab, and I had two more beers after I closed it ... I think I have a problem ... I obviously shouldn't have closed my tab because I knew I was going to drink more, but I closed it and spent my petty money; bad Mando.)

And the only reason I told Skip the hot part was because: 1.) I got that flirty vibe off him; 2.) He talked to me first; 3.) He was talking to some really queeny guys later on in the night; and 4.) The only girl he tried to talk to was the bartender.

So yeah. Is it sad that I want to place a missed connection ad on Craigslist to see if I find this Skip guy in case I never see him again at Beerland? Even though I plan on making Beerland and karaoke a staple of my Monday night from here on out. And he said he was basically going to do the same. Gah. I'm too hungover (and actually still a little drunk) to be at work. And I have to go home on my lunch break because I forgot my fucking badge to get into work, and I don't want to pay for a fucking day replacement (that's right, we have to pay to get a replacement badge to only works for a day; fucking republican, advertising piggies). I need to go back to sleep and dream of what I could do with Skip. OK, I just need to sleep. Not be at work. That's the key. Gah.

UPDATE (9:45 a.m.)
I just checked missed connections on Craigslist, and apparently I drunkenly posted a missed connection last night. I'm a loser bitch.