Just a shout-out to the coolest and only mofo that reads this blog.
‘K. So as Forth said, Opening Day was a good time. Sure I didn’t get as drunk as I’d hoped and sure the sun didn’t stay out as long as it should have, but it was pretty sweet. 6 Smirnoffs later, we wound up bouncing around a couple bars near our apartment with our friends. As far as first legal bar experiences go, I wasn’t nearly wasted enough. I didn’t even get carded at the first place. We stayed there long enough for a beer and a shot and then headed over to get some food at a somewhat larger bar. The best part about that was the super-greasy delicious bacon cheeseburger Forth and I both ate, and licking the lime juice from my two Coronas off my fingers. Within the first hour I had a headache from the smoke, and yelling over the bad music resulted in a sore throat early in the morning. However, the old white-haired dude wearing a tan suit with silk scarf around his head that randomly popped out of the upstairs door next to our table in some sort of half-baked ’70’s time warp was probably enough to make the night worthwhile.
Really the only problem here was that I wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy loud, crowded, smoky areas. The next time I do the city’s finest bar scene, this problem will be easily fixed. If we’re all lucky enough, I’ll get tossed enough to start some shit with a half-naked sorostitute, because quietly making fun of them to friends can render only so much satisfaction.
(Psstt…Tony, in case you don’t remember, we are all going to Snow Angels on Friday.)
**Backizzle
