The Crawl
I don't drink alcohol. Just wanna make this clear before we start. Therefore, I don't go to bars. I've been in a few from time to time, mostly to watch my Brother's now defunct band, Fustercluck, perform. Honestly, bars are really no fun at all when you're sober. Especially when you're the most uncoordinated guy on the planet and therefore suck at pool and darts.
Regardless, Boolah had just finished his Senior Seminar (whatever the hell that means), and wanted to celebrate. An old fashioned pub crawl was declared, and for no real good or apparent reason, I decided to go along. Frankly, I wanted to hang with my crew, and a part of me wanted to see whether the bar hopping experience lived up to the hype. That, and I had a feeling a designated driver might be needed.
Now, I suppose I could relate the night to you in all its gory detail, but I'll keep this brief.
The Town: Flora, IL
The Places: Chances, The Sportsman, The AmVets, The Elks, and back to Chances.
The Players with the Official Drunkometer (0=Sober, 10=So Drunk you need an immediate liver transplant): Me-0, Bro-2, Boolah-6, Fitch-9, Boolah's Buddy Cole-7.
Highpoints: I Bowled a good game before we went out. Okay, I bowled a 98, but by my standards that's pretty kick ass. Hell, any time I break 70 I feel pretty good. I got to hang with my Crew. Most of the Bars played decent music. We had some decent conversations early in the night. I'm apparently something of a natural at mini-shuffleboard.
Lowpoints: I didn't drink any alcohol, but Boolah conned me into drinking a couple of Mt. Dews. I haven't drank soda in about two months. Needless to say, pissing came easy, sleep did not. Lots of sitting around being bored. Some drunk guy ran me off the jukebox. Another drunk guy spilled beer on me, and then instead of apologizing commented that I was really good in that Brokeback Mountain movie. (Side note: Now that you mention it, I do kinda look like Jake Gylenhall. Whadda you folks think?) More boredom.
The Moral: Welp. I tried something new. It sucked.
Regardless, Boolah had just finished his Senior Seminar (whatever the hell that means), and wanted to celebrate. An old fashioned pub crawl was declared, and for no real good or apparent reason, I decided to go along. Frankly, I wanted to hang with my crew, and a part of me wanted to see whether the bar hopping experience lived up to the hype. That, and I had a feeling a designated driver might be needed.
Now, I suppose I could relate the night to you in all its gory detail, but I'll keep this brief.
The Town: Flora, IL
The Places: Chances, The Sportsman, The AmVets, The Elks, and back to Chances.
The Players with the Official Drunkometer (0=Sober, 10=So Drunk you need an immediate liver transplant): Me-0, Bro-2, Boolah-6, Fitch-9, Boolah's Buddy Cole-7.
Highpoints: I Bowled a good game before we went out. Okay, I bowled a 98, but by my standards that's pretty kick ass. Hell, any time I break 70 I feel pretty good. I got to hang with my Crew. Most of the Bars played decent music. We had some decent conversations early in the night. I'm apparently something of a natural at mini-shuffleboard.
Lowpoints: I didn't drink any alcohol, but Boolah conned me into drinking a couple of Mt. Dews. I haven't drank soda in about two months. Needless to say, pissing came easy, sleep did not. Lots of sitting around being bored. Some drunk guy ran me off the jukebox. Another drunk guy spilled beer on me, and then instead of apologizing commented that I was really good in that Brokeback Mountain movie. (Side note: Now that you mention it, I do kinda look like Jake Gylenhall. Whadda you folks think?) More boredom.
The Moral: Welp. I tried something new. It sucked.
1 Comments:
Personally, I don't think you look like Jake Gyllenhaal. Sorry. Let me know when the new book is out.
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