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Hey, everybody, I survived my pubcrawl.
Despite the snow which I did not order for the evening, and the loss of three of pub crawlers due to various issues, the four of us leftover still had a pretty good time. We started out at the Dell which was up to its eyebrows with people eating fish. Note to self, get a birthday that does NOT have to factor in the first Friday of Lent. We weren't allowed to be seated until everyone showed up which was somewhat problematic because we didn't know how many people were coming at that point, and it was making Jill quite angry. I didn't mind too much other than being hungry, and wedged into a very small space with a lot of people, right next to a space heater that eventually threatened to set both my legs on fire. But we eventually got our table, not before we had the joy of speaking to a seriously terrifying woman. She was in her forties, unnatural blonde, and had plenty of plastic surgery. To me, she looked like someone had grabbed her scalp and pulled back to tighten her face up. Julie observed that the surgeon appeared to have cut slits in her face for her eyes. She was also wearing eyeliner that looked like she used an old brown crayon. Truly disturbing, but that was the adventure story for that place. Otherwise, we ate, we drank, we chatted about many things, I was given much advice on life, the universe, and everything. I had one whole drink there, and was pretty happy with that.
We then moved on to the bar across the street called Beer and Loathing, which I like for no other reason than it has a great name. Other than that, it was nothing special. I had another cider, but Julie had the funniest experience when asking the waitress if they had any wine, to which the waitress replied, "Yeah, I have one of each." Julie went with a rum and coke after that reply. It made me think of the bit in Hot Fuzz. "What's your wine selection?" "Let's see, we got white...and red." More chitchatting, funny stories about Jill's obsession with Snuggies, the Jedi wearable blanket, apparently. Susie's husband and brother-in-law showed up later, and they were fun to hang with, we had a great discussion over the 80's music we could sort of hear, since it was pretty loud. And both the Transformers movie and the G.I. Joe movie, the original cartoon versions. Oh, good times. We decided we'd all do a shot together, but I wanted to go to the bathroom first, which proved a slight challenge because I was trying to leave the table and I couldn't stop laughing. I have moments of uncontrollable hysterical laughter when I'm sober, but usually only Jack inspires that, but I knew I was probably a little tight when every other thing made me start giggling. However, I made it to bathroom and back without incident, other than the TV in the women's bathroom playing of all things, basketball, and didn't get hit by any of the darts players. And my shot turned out to be all right, a Buttery Nipple. I have no idea what was in it, but it tasted mostly like butterscotch pudding so that was fine.
Eventually the bar proved to be entirely too noisy and we decided to move on to the Cork and Bottle around the corner where I drank a very sour Riesling. I was swaying a little on my feet at that point, but nothing too serious. I also had a glass of water to dilute things, and Jill went over to the falafel place for curry fries, which they delivered to us in the wine bar which was pretty funny, or so I thought at the time. I like curry fries. They don't go that well with white wine, but with a Coke, I imagine they'd be fabulous. We discussed other fun times of the evening, the witnessed cocaine deal that may very well have been powdered sugar for someone's waffles, the possibility of a Twilight opera, the West Wing and other various shows, etc. And once it hit midnight, we decided to pack it in, which, I admit, I was okay with, because I actually started to feel pretty tired.
Susie got me home despite the snow, and I made it into the house and to my bed without serious injury. I was stumbling a bit, and felt a bit disoriented, but the girls had no intention of getting me plastered or anything. I was totally fine, just a bit inebriated.
And I woke up this morning before noon, feeling all right. I have a slight headache, but I'm not feeling sick. I think I did pretty well for the evening of drinking. Didn't vomit, didn't trip over anything, didn't stand up on the bar and sing Journey, didn't get naked before I got home and behind closed doors. There was little to no flirting done, I admit, but there wasn't really anyone to flirt with, and I was having more fun with my girl squad. It was not exactly an evening of drunken debauchery, but I'm really okay with that. I did fulfill my one goal of having at least one drink for each place we went. That was pretty easy, and since we only went three places, a pretty safe goal. And I discovered some cool places to go, and that I like Woodchuck Amber and curry fries.
I hope we do it again. I'll probably drink less, but I think it would be fun. Preferably when there is less snow, or no snow at all.
And with that, I'm going to have a Vanilla Coke now.