Blake's, etc.

I went to Blake's for the first time tonight. When presented with the opportunity, I figured I should at least go to Blake's once during my tenure at Berkeley. We went downstairs and listened to The Cheats playing. They weren't very good, and their music ranged from incredible loudness and messiness with all members masturbating on their instruments to quiet parts with a trembling guitar line once in a while. Yuck.

And why do you need to tip the bartender anyway? This guy gets an amazing amount of tip for doing nearly no work. I wish I were a bartender.

Wait, no I don't.