Two Random Nights

So these two random nights were from LAST Saturday and Tuesday. I've been out of town and haven't had a chance to post.

Last Saturday Emily, Jenny, Stephanie and myself all went to a going away party. None of us knew the guy that was going away, but that is besides the point. It was a friend of some of the guys in Emily's husband's band. So we (Emily and I) knew people at the party, just not the guy the party was for!

Since a lot of the guys are in bands, they did have live music inside the house for most of the party. It was pretty cool to have live music to watch as you grabbed more beer or ran to the bathroom!
After we had only been there for maybe 20 minutes one of the guys asked us four if we'd like to play a drinking game. Without even knowing what drinking game, we said sure and made our way to the table. When we got over to table, the guy starts by announcing, "okay, we are going to play a game called flip cup."

We looked at each other in disbelief. No way of all the drinking games did they pick the ONE we always play! So we made the quick decision to act as if we had never played the game. It was a bit hard to not laugh as the guy explained the rules of the game. Stephanie even managed to ask an absurd question, just to drive the point of us never playing before.

I really didn't feel that bad about lying given the weird edged table, strange square-bottom solo cups and the fact that I've always thought this game is mostly luck. But turns out none of those things really cripple your flip cup playing abilities. We were on the same team as the guy that explained the rules, and we killed the other team (none of which had ever played). If there was such a thing as professional flip cup players, we looked like them! Seeing the guy on our team freak out every time we won was truly priceless!

But the other team finally figured out our tricks. Actually they just asked if we practiced this game every Tuesday night. We looked at each other and laughed, then said, "well not every Tuesday, but nearly every Thursday we do!" They were troopers and kept playing a few more games. They even won one! But eventually they lost interest in the game (actually several people did, they kept swapping out people at the party to play in hopes to come up with a better team). I'd say we were the clear champions at that party.

So to level the playing field we busted out Catch Phrase and ended up with the biggest crowd I've ever seen playing the game! It actually was so many people that when someone on the other side of the circle had the game I couldn't even hear the clues!

Finally, we decided we should probably go home. We looked at the time and it was 3 am!!! Where did the time go?



Tuesday night was one of those nights that I really did not plan on doing anything except get ready to go out of town the next day. But my roommate pulled one of those all to famous, "won't you go out with me to see my friends band play? It will only be for one hour and I know you don't have work tomorrow. Please go with me so I don't have to show up alone!"

I am always a sucker for those lines, and I always believe the "one hour" thing will hold. But she drove us downtown, which I wasn't prepared for a night on Sixth Street, she conveniently left out that little detail. That should've been my first hint that "one hour" was out the window. But we made it to the bar (couldn't tell you the name of it) but it is a night club on the weekends, on Tuesday's they just open up the front room and let bands play there. I am not even kidding, the front room was about the size of my living room. Quite cramped!

Some of Jessica's other friends came, they knew the bartender, so we got several free drinks (including shots). When the band finished playing, the lead singer bought me a shot to get to know me (that's usually how I introduce myself to others at the bar as well). Oh, and if you were wondering, he is probably four years younger than me and had a fro-ish hair style. So IF he was flirting, I was not interested. Then some of Jessica's guy friends, Mitch and Brooks, showed up. They also bought me a drink. At one point I did make it to the bar to get myself a drink and the bartender charged me one dollar!!!

Needless to say, I got drunk off of one dollar on Tuesday night. I'd love to say that is where we called it quits, but however, that was not! See, the thing about Brooks and Mitch is that every time Jessica hangs out with them (I had never hung out with them before) she ends up staying out until at least five in the morning, and I can never figure out why. Now I know.

It started with them asking, "Can y'all take us home? We can get a cab, no big deal. Just asking." They live just down 7th street. It's practically on our way home.

Then it continues with, just come inside for one beer. Then they bring you a beer that is just one step smaller than a forty. One beer, ehhh? I think it equals four beers, but whatever, we promised. This picture doesn't do the beer justice. You really can't see how big it is. But that is Brooks.

Next, they grab your attention by asking, "do you want to go hit golf balls?" Which sounds intriguing, because I remembered driving in a neighborhood. I clearly must've been seeing things, because you surely can't hit golf balls in a neighborhood. Must check this out.

Oh but it was a neighborhood. And there were houses about 150 yards behind their house. They assured me that you can't hit a ball that far. When I own a house, that is EXACTLY the mentality that I hope my neighbors have!

Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, I still took a swing. I went to a driving range like twice in high school. But that was all the practice I needed. Cause I swung, they looked a little amazed at how well I hit the ball, and I wasn't offered another ball again that night. Guess I did alright, or in the case of the house back there, a little too close for comfort!

Here's Mitch hitting a ball. Notice the porch light of the house in the background. Nice.

So then we moved onto batting practice. Except they didn't own a bat or a baseball. So we used a stick and a golf ball. Jessica did most of the batting. But here was one of her better shots.

Then I used their restroom, where I found this creepy Voodoo stand. Actually it wasn't a Voodoo stand, but an old school telephone stand. But the trinkets they chose to put on the stand did look to be of Voodoo style. But the worst part of it was the pictures that hung above. The two pictures were of a doll. Not just any doll but a scary made-for-horror-film-looking doll. Nothing scares me more than dolls (and manikins). Seriously. As a kid there was only one kind of doll that I would play with (Magic Nursery, I think it was called???). But Mitch took pictures of the doll, printed the pictures and framed them as art. CLEARLY we have different views as to what constitutes art. Anyways, I just had to throw that random tid-bit of info out there.

Anyways, once the Voodoo stand and the scary doll pictures let me go of their trance, I looked at my watch (aka phone) and realized it was 5 am!!! That makes Saturday night look like practice for this evening. When I got home, I noticed there were people in the apartment complex getting in their cars to go to work. Which made me realize that I had gone to work that day, so I'd been up for nearly 24 hours. OUCH.

But at least now I understand how my roommate always stays out until 5 am with Mitch and Brooks. I'll be sure to go ahead and call myself a cab the next time they show up. Let's be honest, 5 am isn't what bothers me the most, it's being in the same house as the doll pictures that gets me!