Notes from the Drunkard’s Den with Old No. 22

Yuppies and yuppy hoverers,

Very disappointing St. Paddy’s Day.  First of all, a couple of rain drops and no one shows up.  I have to say it was great for us because no one showed up to our local, and we had it all to ourselves…and we had a great time.  Second of all, you had to make up for your yuppy-douche-bagness on the real date (That would be the 17th of March) by making yourselves totally obnoxious.  Bumping and pushing your way to the bar, asking my skinny friend to push over on his f%&*ing bar stool because you needed a seat.  (I can’t make this shit up.)

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Yuppy Hoverers, Back the F@&% Off

Dear New Neighbor,

I know you just moved to South Boston and you find that the night life is pretty good.  However, when you step up to the bar please, please don’t wave your money in my bartender’s face, because they hate that.  When I’m eating my steak tips and mashed don’t elbow me in the back.  Say, “Excuse me.”  We will let you order your drink(s), then back the f^#* off.

Yuppy Douche Bag