Just Another Typical Weekend...

This past weekend was what I'd call a typical weekend. Well if you were a member (or groupie of) the Bad News Brews, it was typical.

If not, then you would call this past weekend a Bachelorette Party.

I know...those SHOULD be two completely different things. But if you've been keeping up with my blog you'd know that I've been going out A LOT and HARD lately. (Blame it on it being summer and the crazy kickball team)

My good friend from high school, Shannon, had her Bachelorette Party this weekend here in Austin. Since Emily and I were planning it, we decided to cut back on costs by hosting it at my apartment. I wouldn't say I regret making that decision, but I would say that I've made better decisions even when drunk.

After doing the final preparations at school for the kiddo's to arrive I got to come home and prepare for the drunko's to arrive. Then after spending a ridiculous amount of money on food and decorations they arrived. It took all of about 5 minutes of them being here and it looked worse than it did before I cleaned.

Within the next 5 minutes all the planning Emily and I had done for Friday night got turned down. Our new plans included driving to San Marcos (3x the distance as Austin) to go get a tattoo.

Against my better judgement (which for the sake of it being her weekend I held in on account that I cannot ever change her mind and rather just make her mad), she wanted to get a tattoo to celebrate her upcoming wedding. She is getting married on Halloween and wanted to incorporate that into the tattoo. She wanted to get a bride and groom, both skulls, on her ankle.

I can't imagine ever getting a tattoo for myself of any sort. So this was a little much for me to comprehend. So much so, that like I said, I couldn't even speak my mind about it for fear of just making her mad.

Low and Behold though, we got to San Marcos and the tattoo parlor was closed. Well not really, they did have three OPEN signs, door wide open and music playing. But apparently, none of those are official. Because after she told them what she wanted they were suddenly closed.

Since we were already in San Marcos and she had gone to school there, we decided to embrace the opportunity and go out on the square. So we went to The Parrot (I think, or some sort-of bird named bar). We took a booth where we watched, in horror, our youth melt away.

We were, BY FAR, the oldest people in the bar. I felt like we may as well had been all Samantha's (from Sex and the City) in a bar with college kids. That is honestly how old I felt. And don't think the kids in there didn't notice us either. We are quite sure that we actually heard someone from the booth next to us say, "look at the Cougars!"

WHAT?!?! Now I'm old enough to be a Cougar???

Wait...now I'm hanging out at a bar where the people are that much younger than me? I don't know what's worse. So confused.

Then, as the shock was still settling on how out of place we were in this bar, one of the girls from the Bachelorette Party, Emily S. (actually the oldest girl, in her early thirties) got a shout from the Bartender. "Emily S., is that you?"

To which she quickly and quite rightfully responded, "you still work here? I hope you own the place!"

He did own the place (thank goodness). So then the shots and free drinks flowed. They flowed about as easily as our, "oh my gosh look what that little girl is wearing" comments and our, "that girl/guy is totally not 21" predictions. It actually made for some of the most interesting people watching ever. Like stepping in a time machine and getting to watch the people around us when we were in college. Fascinating.

Then we met this interesting fellow (and his friend whom I didn't picture). They stuck out about as bad as we did with being too old to be in that bar. They also were the type that latched onto you and would not get the hint that I was not interest and would not let go. Though I have to say I was impressed with his job working at Hobby Lobby (non-management) for a career, I think that him living in San Marcos is just TOOO far a commute. Sorry buddy, I mean, we were a match made in heaven other than that.

Actually not only did that guy get my number, but another guy did too. He really was the only other non-normal-college aged person there. He was 26-years-old and going to Texas State. So I asked what he was getting his masters in. Oh, he was still working on his undergrad. But he assured me that he already had a great job lined up for when he graduated, so it was okay that he was still in school. I think I will take his philosophy in life when he calls and wait five years before I even move my arm to pick up the phone.

The next adventure in the wonderful town of San Marcos was when we tried to venture to the bar next door, Rocky's. I know we had a few shots and drinks before we went over there. But seriously, I had held back on all that because I was driving. I can swear up and down to you that we were not acting one bit drunk. Come on, think of all those college kids and how they act, we were nothing compared to that! We were having a total level headed conversation when we walked up. Shannon handed the door man her ID first. He looked at it, then looked at us and then said, "I'm sorry I can't let you in here."

We laughed, that's a good one there door man. Now seriously, move aside, we have drinks to be had.

Then he said in a total straight face, "I am being serious, I can't let you in here."

We all knew not a one of us looked drunk. One of the girls, Lindsey, said back to him, "I think you are discriminating against us because of our age."

"No ma'am, I think this girl (Shannon) is drunk. That's why you can't come in here." Oh that ticked me off. He used the one and ONLY excuse you can have to discriminate without getting in trouble. And it's basically subjective so there's no getting around it.

I was proud of her because she immediately came back with, "well you are the second asshole I've met in this town tonight."

And Lindsey threw in, "Well that's too bad because we would probably be the only ones in that bar who's check cards wouldn't bounce."

And to that we went back to The Parrot. The place then felt like walking into Cheers at that point. No one even sat in our booth yet. It was like the college kids in this bar embraced and encouraged our age. One of the waitresses even over heard us talking in the bathroom about the whole incident at the bar next door and she said we were always welcomed at their bar and they were glad we were there. It's funny, because before we went to that other bar I had no appreciation for The Parrot. But now, I will defend The Parrot to it's death.

After San Marcos shut down (which to those of you who knew the town back in the day, it now closes at two), we headed back to Austin. We were intercepted by the Virginians, who invited us over for late night. So we dragged the entire Bachelorette party over to their apartment (I guess I should mention that Friday night we only had five of us). We drank, we swam (until we got kicked out of the pool), we played games and Shannon passed out. We got home and to bed at 6:30am.


That's just the kickoff to another typical weekend....