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Beer is my anti-fidget device.

I've noticed this recently, especially when in a bar. It just brings about a type of fulfilling comfort by having something in my hands while leaning against the bar, people-watching. Even if I have friends with me it still needs to be there, otherwise I tend to cross my arms [bite ass, all you wannabe Freud-types, I'm not defensive or introverted, particularly.]
Also, I tend to smirk.
This combined with crossed arms seems to garner a, "Feel like sharing the joke with me?" kinda attitude from people.
Sorry, folks, if you realized all the odd things I see in people [myself included] or all the idiocy I see on a daily basis [myself included], you'd smirk too.
Not to mention, my smirking is mostly unconcious; it seems to make people think I am 'up to something' or that I'm always in a good mood. World domination aside, I'm not up to much and as for the constant good mood, no such thing.
It's simply something I do.

Back to my epiphany, I have to have a brew in my hands. I've tried a water, but I tend to drink it too quickly; so I trade off and it keeps me at a fair degree of sobriety throughout the night.

This first lesson in "Relatively-sober Bar Etiquette" has been brought you you by Newcastle Beer.

Best Quote of the Night:
Old Lady: Aww, my husband used to have hair like that when he was younger ... *pointing to my 'do*
Me: Right on. *smiling angelically*
Old Lady: But he didn't have all those tattoos ...
Me: Well, he probably didn't do time in prison either.

-Scotty

PS No, I didn't serve time in prison, folks, but it keeps the gawkers at arms length.