Anderson Cooper, Tony Hawk & Jet Lee

I'm getting freaking tired of opening posts on this thing with "So, last night was Pub Fiction". Let's try something new. So, last night I hung out at this bar in Midtown that just happens to be on Smith Street across from the ginormous Specs. Much better. The drinks were flowing. The cigs were plentiful. The scenery was pleasant. Our Crew is on the patio (as usual) listening to Johnny B belt out yet another song from his prolific playlist consisting of Brown Eyed Girl, Margaritaville & Crash (into me). I go in to close out my tab as I had reached my drink limit of 2 and thought closing would force me to not drink anymore. Who am I kidding? Closing an Irish girls tab in a pub does not dissuade her from drinking less! We just have to get a little crafty! Anywho, I glance over and see this guy with this stunning head of hair. Ahhhh...mostly gray with a little black interspringled (made up word by my sister). TOTALLY Anderson Cooper. I HAD to tell him his hair was beautiful. Ahhhhh....it was beautiful. He can't hear a thing in the bar...and my voice as loud as it is doesn't carry so well in bars. I'm constantly grabbing peoples faces & ears so they can hear me. Regardless. I totally digging on Anderson. Of course his other friend, the one that can actually hear, ensnares my conversating & I didn't really get to flirt with AC as much as I hoped. Nevertheless, Tony Hawk was cool as shit. (Bump that cliche phrase) We all probably talked for an hour of so...but we didn't talk about anything. It was a total Seinfeld moment. However one of them was NOT impressed with the Susan. Ha. I love people like that. It really makes me try hard to tell super funny/self depricating jokes to get them to like me. Well, it didn't so much work on Jet Lee. They all work for this Houston website. www.houstonist.com It seems...like it's a start up venture at the moment, but it's pretty cool as far as local sites go. I honestly wish there was more to this story, but here it ends. I'm not cute enough for them to ask for my number...but definitely cool enough for these fellow pseudo writers to talk to for an hour. It was an hour well spent. Unfortunately, it wasn't a better blog post. Actually, this is a really lame blog post. It's like a plotless Pauly Shore movie. Ha...I totally don't even know who Pauly Shore is or what he's done...but there's that line in Clueless where Cher says, "It's like trying to find meaning in a Pauly Shore movie". I figure if you say something with enough convicition then most people won't question you. They just assume you know what you're talking about & everyone moves on thinking you've just said something astonishingly witty. When in all actuality you have no freaking frocking idea what you're talking about. Of course, it will inevitably back fire. But then you just fess up in the cutest mannerr possible & people still think you're funny. I should rename this The Secret of Susan's Subterfugal Stories or How to Be Funny without actually being so - 101.