A moderately funny story:
Leopold's, a local bar that specializes in distilling its own delicious liquor, brewing their own crappy beer, and making you feel stupid, is closing this weekend. They made the best martini's I've ever had, but since their rent went up and most normal Ann Arbor people don't feel like paying $10/drink, they have to move to colorado.
Burt, Abhik and I went there last night. I'm not sure why. We went there after being at another bar, so I was really not needing more drink. Regardless, I ordered a Vodka tonic, which for the first time ever at that bar, was a bit too strong.
So up at the bar, they had a shoebox and some pens and paper that said, "Write your favorite leopold's memory, we'll put it in some book". The BEST memory I could possibly come up with at the time was St Patrick's day 2 years ago when Jeremy wore that hilarious shirt and almost got us kicked out of there (Kiss me, I'm wasted with a picture of him kissing a stuffed animal). The bartender came up to him and said, "We're not allowed to serve you anymore. You're clearly too drunk." He was not drunk ("He's just jewish," said one). The FUNNY part came when the bartender turned to leave, and standing right behind her was our other friend holding about 15 vodka shots for everyone.
Kinda funny.
So anyway, I somehow managed to scribble that story down (well, probably most of it anyway) and put it in the box. I think, like most relationships, this one was best ended with me being drunk and creating something that most likely looked like this:
Burt, Abhik and I went there last night. I'm not sure why. We went there after being at another bar, so I was really not needing more drink. Regardless, I ordered a Vodka tonic, which for the first time ever at that bar, was a bit too strong.
So up at the bar, they had a shoebox and some pens and paper that said, "Write your favorite leopold's memory, we'll put it in some book". The BEST memory I could possibly come up with at the time was St Patrick's day 2 years ago when Jeremy wore that hilarious shirt and almost got us kicked out of there (Kiss me, I'm wasted with a picture of him kissing a stuffed animal). The bartender came up to him and said, "We're not allowed to serve you anymore. You're clearly too drunk." He was not drunk ("He's just jewish," said one). The FUNNY part came when the bartender turned to leave, and standing right behind her was our other friend holding about 15 vodka shots for everyone.
Kinda funny.
So anyway, I somehow managed to scribble that story down (well, probably most of it anyway) and put it in the box. I think, like most relationships, this one was best ended with me being drunk and creating something that most likely looked like this: