New Year’s Eve, Green Eye
Right around midnight, someone came by passing out these little mini-poppers.
That’s right. Alcohol + mini-poppers = good idea.
I believe we were talking about racoons at this point in the evening. Here, Sarah is showing Bill why racoons are known as “Nature’s Bandit.”
Bill, removing a few drinks from the table…
L to R it’s Sarah, Chelsea and me.
L to R it’s Chelsea, Chad and Sarahl.
Every once in a while, when I’m out and about, I get my hair braided. Or done up in some manner. A certain sequence of events need to take place, before this hair transformation occurs. Usually, I need to be drunk. And usually, someone else (typically female) is also drunk. This is not a new thing, as it’s been documented once or twice before.
Surprisingly, none of the female patrons seemed to find this as attractive as I did…
After Last Call (I think we stayed until Last call), the four of us hopped a cab over to Riptide – a bar I haven’t been to since… ohhhh, Kent’s Bachelor Party. And I discovered the existence of a back room that I never even knew about. The front of the bar was jam packed, but there were at least three or four open tables/booths in back, tucked away.
I had a good deal too much to drink, as I didn’t feel all that great when I said my goodbyes. I ended up stumbling home circa 4 AM, my stomach full of scotch, my hair full of cigarette smoke, and my body ready for bed.
Happy New Year, everybody!