Ok, so it's been a while, but here's what happened on Saturday...
We decided to skip the bar crawl, and stayed at the apartment and played video games most of the day...I read some comics as well. Eventually we went out to a pretty nice bar a couple blocks walk from Mikey's place. We had a few beers and I had a delicious Guinness beef stew. Seriously, if you guys ever see this stew on a menu, get it, it's damn good.
Then we took the trolley/subway or whatever it was to another bar...my boy Tom met us about halfway there. When we arrived, they gave me a beer in a glass with a triangular base, which I really wanted, cuz I collect pint glasses. Anyway, I asked if I could buy it, but instead they just gave me a different one. I was grateful at first but after getting more drunk I decided that I really needed that triangular glass. I took it off the bar and handed it to Tom who was sitting right next to me and said, "put this in your hoodie," or something to that effect. I looked up and there was the bartender looking at me.
Let me just say that I was wasted at this point so I'm not really sure what happened, but after thinking it over the next day I'm fairly confident that he just gave the glass back and laughed at me. However, after we had left the bar I asked him what happened to the glass and he told me that it had broken. Not sure what the real story was but I'll probably never know at this point so it doesn't really matter.
Anyway, I don't remember most of the rest of the night...I know there was some rock band played at some point and more drinking...I think I passed out on the floor in the kitchen.
The next day me and Scott woke up and got on the bus and went home.
And that's that.
We decided to skip the bar crawl, and stayed at the apartment and played video games most of the day...I read some comics as well. Eventually we went out to a pretty nice bar a couple blocks walk from Mikey's place. We had a few beers and I had a delicious Guinness beef stew. Seriously, if you guys ever see this stew on a menu, get it, it's damn good.
Then we took the trolley/subway or whatever it was to another bar...my boy Tom met us about halfway there. When we arrived, they gave me a beer in a glass with a triangular base, which I really wanted, cuz I collect pint glasses. Anyway, I asked if I could buy it, but instead they just gave me a different one. I was grateful at first but after getting more drunk I decided that I really needed that triangular glass. I took it off the bar and handed it to Tom who was sitting right next to me and said, "put this in your hoodie," or something to that effect. I looked up and there was the bartender looking at me.
Let me just say that I was wasted at this point so I'm not really sure what happened, but after thinking it over the next day I'm fairly confident that he just gave the glass back and laughed at me. However, after we had left the bar I asked him what happened to the glass and he told me that it had broken. Not sure what the real story was but I'll probably never know at this point so it doesn't really matter.
Anyway, I don't remember most of the rest of the night...I know there was some rock band played at some point and more drinking...I think I passed out on the floor in the kitchen.
The next day me and Scott woke up and got on the bus and went home.
And that's that.
