party time
Party Time
So next week is my roommate’s birthday and he wants to plan a trip to Cape. A fun filled night in another now…. Easy right??? Nope! First we had to invite everyone to come. We used FaceBook for that. Then we had to make sure the people that said they were coming…were actually coming. Then we had to find a DD. It’s funny when you mention you are going out of town to party, how little of people want to be a DD. I understand I wouldn’t want to be around about 20 drunken close friends in a bar with everyone that is drunk….but we didn’t enough volunteers so that I knew what that meant… I had to step up and be a DD little did I know what I was getting myself into. We all met in our apartment and about half the people showed up late. We left about an hour after we wanted to but the people that were on time were already drunk. Guess who got to drive them… this guy right here. So after about an hour of hearing a car full of drunks asking “are we there yet” we finally got to the first bar.
It was a tiny little place it looked like it was one of those bars where “everyone knows your name” but we were the out of townies’ that took all the pool tables. The kind of bar that looks like a happy place until you walk in with 20 strangers and they realize they don’t know you. Let’s just say we didn’t stay very long.
The next bar we went to was the local college bar. It was a mix of tables, dance floor and games. They were a little more excepting then the last bar we had went to, but I could tell they didn’t really like out of townies. But we invaded anyway. After about an hour of dancing and drinking and throwing darts we decided to go to the last bar on the to-do list that was a country bar at the end of the road.
I was pretty skeptical when we walked in we seen cowboy hats and tight jeans I didn’t really think we fit in to well but we started hanging out anyway. The bar own happened to be there and learned of our story of coming from Carbondale and here and cape to have a good time. The owner said well u boys came a long way so let me cut u a deal…the first beer for all of you is free….being the DD the worst thing u can ever see is free beer being handed out. Because not only can you not drink you have to watch all your friends pound out free ones. And you get to take their drunken ass home. As the night went on all of us that didn’t think we would have a good time in this last bar, were all doing the line dance and having a blast. We met a ton of different people. Bull riders, models, the police “that’s a story for another time” but we all had a blast. Goes to show you that if you don’t leave your bubble once in awhile u might miss out.
But after the bar closed down it was time to come home. For this kid it meant driving a bunch of passed out guys home when I was having a hard time stay awake. But I got us home and opened my eyes and I realized that there are a lot of things u have to worry about when celebrating out of town
So next week is my roommate’s birthday and he wants to plan a trip to Cape. A fun filled night in another now…. Easy right??? Nope! First we had to invite everyone to come. We used FaceBook for that. Then we had to make sure the people that said they were coming…were actually coming. Then we had to find a DD. It’s funny when you mention you are going out of town to party, how little of people want to be a DD. I understand I wouldn’t want to be around about 20 drunken close friends in a bar with everyone that is drunk….but we didn’t enough volunteers so that I knew what that meant… I had to step up and be a DD little did I know what I was getting myself into. We all met in our apartment and about half the people showed up late. We left about an hour after we wanted to but the people that were on time were already drunk. Guess who got to drive them… this guy right here. So after about an hour of hearing a car full of drunks asking “are we there yet” we finally got to the first bar.
It was a tiny little place it looked like it was one of those bars where “everyone knows your name” but we were the out of townies’ that took all the pool tables. The kind of bar that looks like a happy place until you walk in with 20 strangers and they realize they don’t know you. Let’s just say we didn’t stay very long.
The next bar we went to was the local college bar. It was a mix of tables, dance floor and games. They were a little more excepting then the last bar we had went to, but I could tell they didn’t really like out of townies. But we invaded anyway. After about an hour of dancing and drinking and throwing darts we decided to go to the last bar on the to-do list that was a country bar at the end of the road.
I was pretty skeptical when we walked in we seen cowboy hats and tight jeans I didn’t really think we fit in to well but we started hanging out anyway. The bar own happened to be there and learned of our story of coming from Carbondale and here and cape to have a good time. The owner said well u boys came a long way so let me cut u a deal…the first beer for all of you is free….being the DD the worst thing u can ever see is free beer being handed out. Because not only can you not drink you have to watch all your friends pound out free ones. And you get to take their drunken ass home. As the night went on all of us that didn’t think we would have a good time in this last bar, were all doing the line dance and having a blast. We met a ton of different people. Bull riders, models, the police “that’s a story for another time” but we all had a blast. Goes to show you that if you don’t leave your bubble once in awhile u might miss out.
But after the bar closed down it was time to come home. For this kid it meant driving a bunch of passed out guys home when I was having a hard time stay awake. But I got us home and opened my eyes and I realized that there are a lot of things u have to worry about when celebrating out of town