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Oof.
I've spent a good part of the day with a dull headache. It's not crippling,
but strong enough to really keep me from doing anything remotely productive.
It's after 2 PM here, and I'm still not feeling all that right. There
was a great deal of alcohol consumed last night.
Right
now, I'm shuffling between surfing around on the web and surfing around
on the television. I keep forgetting about Penny
Arcade, and it's sort of a nice thing. Mainly because, on days like
today, I now have a ton of old comics to get caught up on.
So
yeah. I'm gonna do that for a bit. I'll get some pictures posted from
last night as soon as, uh... I feel better.
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Howl
At The Moon
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After
what seemed like an hour (and it may well have been that long) waiting
outside, we finally get in to the joint. I cannot tell you the last
time I had to actually stand in a line to get into a place to drink
booze. But - I had a blast listening to Sally and Ann talk back
and forth, people watching.
My
favorite line from Ann: "They can't hear me if I'm not looking
at them."
Roll
call would be me, Jim and Sally (Jim's wife), Ann (Sally's sister)
and her fiance Tim, as well as Amy and Alison.
Amy
and Alison were both very nice, and I feel bad that I didn't spend
more time talking with them. It was fairly loud inside the place,
so that made conversation tough. And I also consumed a good amount
of alcohol, and that also made conversation tough. 
Everyone
was really nice, and I'm hoping I didn't say a lot of stupid shit.
I have a fuzzy recollection of the last half of the evening.
Oh,
and this brings me to the picture! The shot (above) is of Jim, and
the $20 bill he found on the floor by the bar. We had just walked
into the place and found ourselves a nice little open/uncrowded
area. Lo and behold, we're greeted with a crisp bill.
Ah,
this crazy world. You
just gotta love the circularity sometimes.
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Aaaaand
right about here is where my decision-making skills start to go
downhill. What you can't see in this photo is the double shot of
Jim Beam I'm working on, sitting on the bar behind me.
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Here's
a shot of the crowd. The place was packed, and awfully loud. Instead
of what I imagined as dueling pianos (two baby grands, smoky room,
spotlights on the stage, each pianist switching back and forth musically
and vocally), it was more a cover band. They had a drummer, and
only one piano maybe? I dunno.
Still,
I have to admit - the more I drank, I actually started to sing a
bit. Towards the end of the night, I was trying to belt things out
as loudly as I could.
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Jim
and Tim, standing pretty much where we found that $20.
Side
note. One of the songs the band was playing was Tom Petty's "American
Girl."
However.
However.
I always
associate this song with The
Silence of the Lambs. This song is playing in the background
(on the radio) when the girl (the senator's daughter?) meets up
with Buffalo Bill for the first time. Right before he asks her help
to move the sofa into the van, this song is playing in her car as
she drives home.
All
through college, Jim and I were always finishing each other's sentences,
picking up on the other person's movie/cartoon/nerd references.
He threw out a Simpsons line, I finished it.
As
I was explaining how "American Girl" sorta creeped me
out because of the movie, Jim screams out "It puts the lotion
in the basket!"
I love
the
guy. No two ways about it. :)
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Did
I happen to mention that there were somewhere in the neighborhood
of at least 4 (if not more) bachlorette parties in attendance? Seriously
- it was ridiculous. Apparently, this is the place to go for that
sort of thing.
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Here's
a bunch of them all, standing near the band.
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Each
person here is, I believe, going to be married. They all either
had boas around them, princess crowns, or plastic phalluses tucked
into their shirts. Five bachlorettes total? Six? It's just fucked
up.
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This
would be Alison (left) and Amy (right), friends of Ann. I really
should have talked with Alison more. What was I thinking? Doh!
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Ann
(left) and Sally (right). Big Jim in the background.
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So,
in my drunken brilliance, I decided that we all need to get a bucket's
worth of Hurricanes. Not for the booze mind you, but for the photo
op. That's right, I'm putting in that extra, personal sacrifice
just for your viewing pleasure.
No
need to thank me.
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Sally,
doing her "Oh wait, I need to finish this beer before I tackle
the rum" gesture.
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More
straws = more fun. I
dare you to find an exception to that rule. :)
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This
girl was playing "Devil Went Down to Georgia" on the violin.
Oddly, I used to do this very same thing, back when Jim and I were
roommates in undergrad. One of my few party tricks.
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Have
no doubt about it. This guy isn't smiling because he wishes you
well. He wants to fuck you up.
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Sally
and Ann. :)
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Amy
and Jim, with a rather tired looking Tim in the corner. In retrospect,
I'm a bit amazed that we actually got a table.
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Don't
let this picture fool you. Jim is actually about twice my height.
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Tim,
falling prey to the dreaded Jedi Mind Trick.
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The
bathroom is actually behind the stage, so there's this epic
sort of journey you have to undergo to push your way past the sweaty,
loud, drunken masses. In effect, I'm facing outward, towards the
rest of the bar in this shot.
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The
drummer.
Yeah,
I'm not sure why I took this either.
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Another
shot of the piano.
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Back
at the table, things get a bit boisterous. I think there may have
been some shimmying going on.
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Another
moment where I decided more booze was needed. I ordered a round
of Jello shots (in syringes). This one isn't in focus, but it's
classic Jim and Sally.
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LOL.
As is this. hahahaha
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wink
wink, nudge nudge.
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Uh...
I'm really hoping that I'm not gnashing on the syringe that was
up Jim's nose.
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