Deadlift on tap

As soon as I got out of guitar practice, I picked up Matt to go to Pro Wrestling Guerrilla's (PWG) 7th anniversary show. Accidentally got lost, but it was a worthwhile detour through Griffith Park.

This was the 1st time they ever had to turn people away due to the Legion Hall in Reseda being at maximum capacity with 700+ people. Caesar, Matt and I were 3 of the last people allowed inside. Chad, who bought his presale ticket online, was allowed inside early and saving our seats, literally risking getting jumped by people who wanted those empty seats. I immediately bought 2 pitchers of some new beer called Deadlift on tap to calm Chad's nerves.

RYAN: (Regarding texting Chad about the chick we both bust a #3 to) Matt was like, "I'll laugh if his wife reads one of those texts."
CHAD: That's what I was saying! Everytime you text me PWG results, I always gotta delete that shit in case my wife finds it 'cause you always bring up the chick we both jack off to! (At Matt) Talk some sense into this guy!

Later, when the chick passed by us ...

CHAD: Isn't that her?
RYAN: Yeah. (At Matt) What do you think?
MATT: Pour me another one and I'll let you know.
[I pour him another cup]
MATT: [Drinks it and looks at her] Yeah, I'd hit it.

• The usual bartenders - Lisa and the asian chick that Brandon busts a 3# to - weren't there tonight. Cockblock!
• Samantha sat with the group again that includes the jackoffable chick who always wears the flower in her ear. Database!
• In light of Samantha recently getting dumped, we brought up Alanis Morissette's You Oughta Know and how I used to freestyle rap over it and dedicate it to bitches.
• Brandon, probably drunkenly passed out too early again, no-showed again.
• On the way to Norm's afterward, I pulled over for Matt to throw up.
• At Norm's, Matt puked in the restroom the whole time and I ended up eating sirloin steak, scrambled eggs, hash browns, pancakes, and drinking coffee all by myself.

Got home, fired up the porn, and busted a #3 while still on whiskey dick.