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Deciding Where To Go Drinking

Normally when we met with our friends, most people have a bar by default. This bar is always going out of inertia and is often called "Same-place-as-always". Where is it? Same-place-as-always. I wont be surprise if they actually named a bar like that. If I ever open up a bar, it'll be named like that. Well, my friends and I frequent a bar called "Blue" (catchy, isn't it? Yes, it's even blue) Where was I? Oh yeah, this avoids having to decide which of the seven hundred sixty-nine bars in a ten mile radius we should go on that said day. But one day you get tired of always seeing the same faces and the same waiters, to the extent that even the waiters know what you are going to order. Yes, because there's like a pressure that makes you ask the same drink, you know, it even tastes weird just to think of changing your usual drink:

- "No, I don't feel like having beer today, I want an Orange Fanta.
- "A Fanta? Is there something wrong with you today?"
- "Can't I order a Fanta now?"
- "Erm... yes ... but it's because you always ask for beer ..."
- "So? I want a Fanta today"
- "You sure?"
- "No, just bring me the damn beer."

Never go to the same bar with an undecided guy, or these things will end up happening. Then, one day, for a change of scenery and so that the undecided can quietly drink a Fanta without remorse of conscience, you've decided to change bar. And that's where the problems begin. Which one to go? Who decides? How to change a routine so... rutinary? And this is when it occurs ... Badabing! The ordeal of choosing a bar!

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What was Number "0" again? Hooters?

In every group of friends there is always someone more determined, more willing to take command and contribute ideas. Not me, you want to go to Hell, and I'm sure as hell that I'll go with you and call shotgun! Normally, the other guys on the group, maybe because they don't like to or maybe because they don't think, at all, are doing well to have someone decide for all of you. But there is always this... bastard that objects about everything. Thus, every new bar that is mentioned is a new chance for this guy to say anything. And I mean anything:

- "What if we go to Hard Rock?"
- "Not that one, my ex frequents that one and I don't want to bump into her."
- "What about Lufferoo bar?"
- "Not that one, that place smells weird."
- "What if we go to Abalon, then?"
- "Not that one, expensive as hell dude!"
- "Then let's go to Oitap."
- "Not that one either. There are pink flying elephants trying to get me on that one."
- "Wait, WHAT???"
- "What?" You don't see them?