There's alot of resturaunt/bar configurations around here, such as Boll Weevil, where I've seen underage people working. Considering Newby works at 'Red, White, and Brew', I'd say it's similar. Never eaten at one, but eh.
Dude, absolute fucking coincidence. The hot bartender I saw today ended up going to Red White and Brew!
I smiled at her and she said hi but went back to talking with her friends.
I figure when I go to golf on Thursday I'm gonna comment I saw her.
Btw, she smelled like cigarette smoke. Grosssss++
EDIT -- To clarify the story, since everybody is off-base now, I am taking golf lessons because my dad forced me into them. 7:30-9:30 Tuesday/Thursday. At the end we get free soda, so I drink as much as I can before I head off (about 2-3 cans worth I'd wager). Anyway, the bartender chick gave everyone soda, and then asked what grades we were in. Most of the kids in the lessons are 3rd-4th grade, me and 2 other kids are 10th-11th grade. She seemed intrigued that I was from San Diego (I said I was schooling out of San Diego and was out in Arizona for the summer) and so proceeded to hop up on the ledge where you prepare drinks (like, propped her butt/legs up) and talked with me about what school I was in, favorite part about San Diego, Old Town (eww, she said it's wild there), humidity vs dry heat, how long I'm here for, when I got here, when I leave, do I miss my friends, etc. Then, the 15 year old asked her something about how much she made, and she said $2 an hour. I said that sucks fat ass, I make $4 an hour with more tips than she does. At this point, she ran off to get one of the pro golfers teaching us something to eat from the back, and I took off because I was the last kid there.
So I'm working, and I spot her at the bar half of the restaurant that I work in talking/flirting/whatever with 2 guys. I make eye contact, raise my eyebrows, and smile. This puzzles her, I can tell, she was probably thinking "what the hell....." then realized who I was and I could hear her say "hey" as I walked off with a bus tub full of dirty plates. When I came back, she was gone. Darn.
Moral of story: If I could flirt/hit on women as well as I could tell the story of my pathetic life and how I never score, I'da been laid by the 8th grade. And I'd probably be nailing women every other day.
I also found out that Ibuprofin, when taken in large doses (recommended dose: 1,
< 6 in 24 hrs; I took 4 at same time), hurts my veins/chest/arms (pulsing hurts), and makes me really slow. It seems to make time slower too.
I guess I can stop that habit before work...
On a side note, I kick ass at golf now.
