Vegas Redux.

I feel defiled. I feel like a super well adjusted rape victim.
I decided to try a new beer at a bar called O'Sheas. It was gamey to begin with considering it's located on the corner of Pimp & Keno. Yes. Keno kids. This was not a high roller establishment. So I go in and it's ghappy hour (5pm-2am) and try and get a beer. One gentleman customer thought it was acceptable to call me Carrot Top even though I was wearing leather capri pants and Carrot Bottom would have made waaay more sense. There was a lady to my left that had a massive drool problem that had saliva snaking down her face. God Bless her for thinking that a cocktail napkin could sop up the massive amount of fluid coming out of her mouth. The fact that she powdered her chin immediately after with some fine Wet&Wild powder didn't help much either.
But back to my bad experience. I saw a beer I had never tried. I figured "Vegas...why not?" So I did a shot and ordered two bottles of this new mysterious beer. Now after two beers and a whatever else I smoked/drank/suppositoried, I'm usually up close and personal with the casino carpet. I asked a castmate if I was drinking a pussy beer. They looked at me funny. Apparently, I was drinking O'Douls, a well known non-alcoholic beer. I was pissed. I'm going to to be the new spokeperson for them. "All the empty calories without the annoying buzz!"