While bartending last night, working as fast as I could to keep the line down, these three sorority girls bought their drinks (like, vodka and cranberry) and then stood there for five minutes, oblivious to their surroundings, making high-pitch conversation that only dogs could hear and understand. I was like, “Dudes, move the fuck outta my line.” When I want a taste of L.A., I watch “The Hills.” This is Kentucky, talk normal, take your drink and stop judging each other’s outfits.