If you've been reading, then you know Friday night was my birthday, and let me tell you it was crazy!
My friends and I tend to go to the same couple of places when we go out (as I think pretty much everyone does) because we dig the atmosphere of the venues and we know a lot of people in those places. So instead I decided that we were going to go to EVERY bar possible. Obviously this spells out an awesomely long night (and an excruciating next morning at work)
Starting out we went to the dive places and just had one or two drinks and moved on. This saved the bars we were more interested in going to for later in the evening where we would want to stay at longer. Once we got to places where we knew people was when the trouble happens -- cocktail waitresses started bringing us drinks and shots faster than we could keep up....and we were pounding through them. Now, I only did a few sets that night, simply because I knew I'd be a drunken mess, but I did manage to get a number from this smoking hot girl.
We've seen each other a couple times, but I've never approached her. I remember the first time I saw her, she was wearing a skinny black dress and I literally watched about 20 different guys try and hit on her that night. Anyways, back to my birthday, I am talking to the cocktail waitresses (woo social proof) and the black dress girl literally comes up mid conversation and says "I've seen you before and we've never met!" in a somewhat bratty tone. I just give her a look like "who the hell are you" and she starts talking about how she heard it was my birthday blah blah. Being pretty drunk at this point and wanting to get to the highest number of bars, I kept the conversation short saying that we were going to every bar that night, but for her to give me her number and she can come out sometime.
Next we went to an irish pub where my friend I used to work with is working at now. (Un?)fortunately for me, there were 3 dollar car bombs that night. After already doing at least 3 or 4 jager bombs, this was a horrible idea. I don't remember staying there long, but it could have just been my drunken memory failing me.
After that bar, things are pretty unclear....I woke up in the morning with a flask of whiskey next to me (I didn't bring one), no pants on, smelling like stripper, and glitter all over me. I remember telling a couple of the girls that came out for my birthday that I've only been to strip clubs on my birthday and that they told me they've never been, so I guess we kept up with my tradition and introduced them to strip clubs. We didn't get to every bar, but I think we got about 13 different ones....so we did some damage.