i drank what?
We went to his horrible bar called the Junction in Athens. It's one of the pickup bars for the Greeks at OU, but it's...well, it's pretty much the sleaziest one.
We never hung out there when we lived there. (Well, a couple of times on Quad Night, when you could get a drink with four alleged shots in it, but that was it.) We went because Matt's cousin was tending bar there and we wanted to say hi.
Of course, I pointed out that we weren't going to be able to sit and talk to a bartender in an Athens bar on a Saturday night, because of all the busy. In the event, I was right, so Matt got Howie and I each a pink, fizzy drink.
Howie sipped his. "It's kind of mediciney," he said. (Later, Matt told us why that was. I thought they had Red Bull and vodka and club soda in them, but he claims not. Hard to believe a bar would sell...well...never mind.)
So while we were, um, drunkenly writing on the walls in Magic Marker, these chicks stumbled out of the ladies' room. They made out for a while(in that "Is everyone watching?" kind of way), and I noticed their drinks matched ours. Then one of them started smiling at me and doing that flirty I'm-touching-my-neck thing, and I told my friends we had to go. I said that these women were so drunk they thought I was attractive. Our mystery drinks went unfinished.
Later I reflected that possibly this says poor things about my self-esteem. It's been a rough couple of months.
We never hung out there when we lived there. (Well, a couple of times on Quad Night, when you could get a drink with four alleged shots in it, but that was it.) We went because Matt's cousin was tending bar there and we wanted to say hi.
Of course, I pointed out that we weren't going to be able to sit and talk to a bartender in an Athens bar on a Saturday night, because of all the busy. In the event, I was right, so Matt got Howie and I each a pink, fizzy drink.
Howie sipped his. "It's kind of mediciney," he said. (Later, Matt told us why that was. I thought they had Red Bull and vodka and club soda in them, but he claims not. Hard to believe a bar would sell...well...never mind.)
So while we were, um, drunkenly writing on the walls in Magic Marker, these chicks stumbled out of the ladies' room. They made out for a while(in that "Is everyone watching?" kind of way), and I noticed their drinks matched ours. Then one of them started smiling at me and doing that flirty I'm-touching-my-neck thing, and I told my friends we had to go. I said that these women were so drunk they thought I was attractive. Our mystery drinks went unfinished.
Later I reflected that possibly this says poor things about my self-esteem. It's been a rough couple of months.