Survival of the Fittest
We hit the first bar after getting a little lost. I was driving Quinn's new Jag and I was getting directions to all over the place. Turns out Ang doesn't go out too often so it took us awhile to find the first bar.
It was a huge, smoke filled place with pool tables, a DJ and mostly 20-somethings. It was also ladies night so drinks were mostly free. We started with tequila shots, moved on to jello-shots (I easily avoided those with a "hey, I am driving here") and I ended up with a nice scotch in a Styrofoam cup. I just kept staring at this little white thing and reminding myself I was in the deep south.
Apparently the boys there had a thing for older woman; we were pretty much hounded. I don't think these good ol' boys were used to hearing no cause every time I said it they asked me to repeat myself.
Lyn and Quinn managed to get pretty smashed over the first hour. At one point Lyn grabbed a hold of her two old friends and promptly pulled them to the floor. I decided it was time to run to the next stop.
We were invited by two guys, Nick and Todd, to a blues bar about ten minutes from the first place we were at. However it took about 20 minutes due to having to dodge the sobriety check points (two in a one mile radius).
On the way there we lost Lyn in the front seat to sleep (that is what we are calling it) and Quinn managed to hang most of her body out the window to vomit. By the time we reached our destination we were down to three girls. We left the windows cracked and headed in.
I was very pleased to walk up to the bar and see Red Stripe and Kilian Red in the cooler. So far the beer choices had been Bud, Bud-light, Miller, Miller-light, Coors, Coors-light and the fancier choice of Corona.
There was a two man band playing covers and pool table in the back, but that is all I needed. I managed to convince Ang to play doubles with me and two drunk guys who played better seeing double than I ever have sober. We got whooped the first game but I managed to warm up and at least keep pace thereafter.
By 2:30 am we were all pretty done.
Currently the three others are passed out and Ang and I are cooking pizza as a bedtime snack. Her house is amazing and I am pleased just to sit in her beautiful back yard in the middle of the night and feel the warm breeze on my legs.
It was a huge, smoke filled place with pool tables, a DJ and mostly 20-somethings. It was also ladies night so drinks were mostly free. We started with tequila shots, moved on to jello-shots (I easily avoided those with a "hey, I am driving here") and I ended up with a nice scotch in a Styrofoam cup. I just kept staring at this little white thing and reminding myself I was in the deep south.
Apparently the boys there had a thing for older woman; we were pretty much hounded. I don't think these good ol' boys were used to hearing no cause every time I said it they asked me to repeat myself.
Lyn and Quinn managed to get pretty smashed over the first hour. At one point Lyn grabbed a hold of her two old friends and promptly pulled them to the floor. I decided it was time to run to the next stop.
We were invited by two guys, Nick and Todd, to a blues bar about ten minutes from the first place we were at. However it took about 20 minutes due to having to dodge the sobriety check points (two in a one mile radius).
On the way there we lost Lyn in the front seat to sleep (that is what we are calling it) and Quinn managed to hang most of her body out the window to vomit. By the time we reached our destination we were down to three girls. We left the windows cracked and headed in.
I was very pleased to walk up to the bar and see Red Stripe and Kilian Red in the cooler. So far the beer choices had been Bud, Bud-light, Miller, Miller-light, Coors, Coors-light and the fancier choice of Corona.
There was a two man band playing covers and pool table in the back, but that is all I needed. I managed to convince Ang to play doubles with me and two drunk guys who played better seeing double than I ever have sober. We got whooped the first game but I managed to warm up and at least keep pace thereafter.
By 2:30 am we were all pretty done.
Currently the three others are passed out and Ang and I are cooking pizza as a bedtime snack. Her house is amazing and I am pleased just to sit in her beautiful back yard in the middle of the night and feel the warm breeze on my legs.
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