Brewers vs. Cardinals in St. Louis with Foley

I don't remember the name of this guy who is talking to Foley. We met him over at the Morgan Street Brewery and suggested that we followed him over to this bar. When we showed up there he bought us all a beer. So I wasn't complaining about being here because I got a free beer out of it. You can't put a price on free. I had no problem being here because I had free beer and access to plenty of hot chicks.

Home

I don't need to chill out baby. You need to chill out. I'm already chill motherf*^#er, I'm the Iceman. You eat that ice cream and you like it. And you better not smear any of that on your face or on your nice Sunday church dress. What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I talking shit to a picture of a baby? I'm so confused.

I should've been a little more like Mark and put my lady quest in my own hands. He shook his money maker on the dance floor and attracted plenty of dance partners. But at the end of the night his approach ended up the same as mine - we both went home with 3 dudes. Which is why I don't try to pick up girls at the bars.

I wanted to go back to the hotel and get a good night's sleep. After all it was already after 2 AM. Normally I'm still up at that time of night, but the older I get the less I like hanging out at bars. Foley stood in the middle of the street and talked to some dude, which answered a lot of questions I had about Mad Man Dave.

But just because I had access to drunk hot chicks didn't mean that I took advantage of it. I hung out on the fringe of the outdoor patio and played it cool by waiting for the ladies to come to me while I smoked a cigar. I thought it was a good plan but the ladies never came to me. Perhaps I'm going about this all the wrong ways...