As long as it's green

I fired up the porn and busted a #3 to local indy pro-wrestler/valet Jezabel since she was in my dream last night. Yup, I got incepted.

No one in the database was working at the mall today except for Leah at Hot Topic. Considering she's just a "substitute" in the database for Georgia, who in turn is just a "substitute" for Jazz, Leah's skinny self dragging a ladder around the store as if she was tough was a turn on.

I had to party alone for St. Patrick's Day. I went to Pat's Cocktails as I did last year. But I did randomly see fellow gym rat Mauricio and his friend Pablo. I started with an Irish Car Bomb. Then I asked for a green beer ...

BARTENDER: We don't have green beer.
RYAN: That's impossible!

In the end, I convinced her to make me a surprise shot as long as she colored it green. It tasted coconut-y. The dude sitting next to me was some half-Japanese who didn't look Japanese at all. And then some opera singer wanted to know my ethnicity. And when I kept her guessing, she was like ...

OPERA SINGER: You're worse than women!

Ha. So in the database for tonight: 1) The bartender who was some really curly haired brunette white chick, 2) a cigarette-smoking brunette who looked like 80s actress Ione Skye (of the 1989 classic Say Anything), and 3) some generic shoulder-length blond just because she danced nicely.