Happy Crashing!

Last night, my buddy and I crashed a Petroleum Engineer Networking Happy Hour at a local, Uptown pub. My first question to one of the fellow happy hour drinkers was, "What's petroleum?" I was being dead serious. I have no clue what petroleum is. I've heard of petroleum jelly. Think about it, without petroleum, choking the chicken with jelly would be awfully strange, considering down there you'd look like the top of the Normandy French Toast at Breadwinner's afterwards.

The definition of petroleum is actually a dark oil consisting mainly of hydrocarbons. Apparently you can drill for it and make lots of money on the outskirts of Dallas. These petroleum engineers did not look like Homer's co-workers on The Simpon's. In fact, they looked more like co-workers of Jessica Simpson.

One engineer asked what my major in college was. I felt embarrassed for the first time in my life to say Journalism. While the engineering students in college were studying on a Monday night, I was drinking dollar beers at The Hawk. I could've thrown 120 pieces of a disassembled television out on their table, and they could've put together in time so I wouldn't miss a minute of American Idol.

Just kidding. I don't watch American Idol. Alright, yes I do. Excuse me, am. That 8-year old kid was awesome.

I did get one business card during the happy hour. A lawyer that represents oil companies. Maybe he'll marry my younger sister, or maybe he'll need to place a full page ad in the paper. Both would work for me!

My fellow Uptown Douchebags, Happy Crashing!