I am all kinds of too old to be staying out until last call on a work night and getting 3 hours of sleep. But last night Joe and the crew went out to celebrate the end of the semester and I finally decided to go. While they were in class, Becca and I went out for dinner and shopping at the Chestnut Hill Mall. After wandering around Sephora, Coach, Barney's, Origins, and Crate & Barrel putting on yummy lotions and ruining people's wedding registries, we headed to the bar to meet up with Big Daddy Super Papa & co. Beer was ingested, quarters were bounced, Belinda Carlisle blared. It was like a flashback to 1998, or 1988 depending on how you look at it.
I always like going out for a drink or two. There's a world of difference between going out for a drink and being determined to close down the bar. We were at the couple drinks stage when the shot glass and the quarters came out, which signifies that you're in for the long haul. But it was also after 11:30 and decent people have to work early in the morning, so we left before we could get sucked in. We brought Becca home and then, 10 minutes away from our house, 10 minutes away from our bed, 10 minutes away from not feeling like ass this morning, we decided to follow some drunken advice and go back to the bar. It was something we could have gone either way on, but I know Joe enjoys his end-of-semester soirees, and it was already midnight, so it's like they said in Clerks: if you're gonna be insubordinate, don't pussy out when it comes to free shit to drink. Or something.
A roar went up at the table at the return of Ice Ice Delin. Everyone had dialed the drunk up a notch, and we never caught up and I couldn't anyway because I was driving, but it was still fun. The place became packed with generic, ass-wiggling underclassmen. A waitress cleared away the shot glasses at one point so quarters ended, and the pitcher supply got cut off so Brian ordered a dozen bottles. Bottles were clinked, much beer was spilled. We left at 5 minutes to close, gave Sue and Bill rides home, went to Store 24 for snack cakes, didn't get to bed until after 3. Thank God for summer Fridays.
I always like going out for a drink or two. There's a world of difference between going out for a drink and being determined to close down the bar. We were at the couple drinks stage when the shot glass and the quarters came out, which signifies that you're in for the long haul. But it was also after 11:30 and decent people have to work early in the morning, so we left before we could get sucked in. We brought Becca home and then, 10 minutes away from our house, 10 minutes away from our bed, 10 minutes away from not feeling like ass this morning, we decided to follow some drunken advice and go back to the bar. It was something we could have gone either way on, but I know Joe enjoys his end-of-semester soirees, and it was already midnight, so it's like they said in Clerks: if you're gonna be insubordinate, don't pussy out when it comes to free shit to drink. Or something.
A roar went up at the table at the return of Ice Ice Delin. Everyone had dialed the drunk up a notch, and we never caught up and I couldn't anyway because I was driving, but it was still fun. The place became packed with generic, ass-wiggling underclassmen. A waitress cleared away the shot glasses at one point so quarters ended, and the pitcher supply got cut off so Brian ordered a dozen bottles. Bottles were clinked, much beer was spilled. We left at 5 minutes to close, gave Sue and Bill rides home, went to Store 24 for snack cakes, didn't get to bed until after 3. Thank God for summer Fridays.
1 Comments:
wow...I haven't been a good one like that in a while. Although, my brother-in-law has been bitching how we all have become so "responsible" (responsible construed as something evil and dark in his conotation) and how we need to just go out on a random Wednesday and get stoned, ripped, completely fucked up. So we'll see...Ice Ice Delin...hahahahahaha, so gayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
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