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Never, ever, EVER, go out in public again. At least, not as part of a "bachelor party". Tonight was a fucking disaster. I didn't have fun pretty much from the moment I got there. Where do I begin?
I got to Charles' around 600pm, because I felt bad about not showing up, though I had a feeling that I really shouldn't. We're supposed to listen to our inner voices, so why did I ignore mine? Charles immediately began by trying to make me take a shot of Wild Turkey. He said it'd scare away my head cold. Well, I didn't care for the "commanding" tone in his voice. This should have been another warning, but again I ignored it. I wound up taking the shot. It cleared my sinuses out, but that crap nearly made me puke a little later.
We left. and went to Jillian's. There, we put in for a table, but had to wait 35 minutes. We all went upstairs, where the video games are. The machine that gives out the "token cards"* would only take cash, so I was out of luck. This was warning number three: I went on a bachelor party without any cash. I don't know, I figured that I would have the ability to pay with my check card. That would keep me from spending too much money. But no... I realized I should have had cash, and that didn't help things.
Not only could I do nothing for the games, but dinner wasn't the greatest, either. Going back downstairs, we were seated, and I ordered a Killian's Irish Red. It's a great beer. I got two over the course of dinner. I ordered an appetizer and a pizza (I figured it would be a personal-size one). They brought the appetizers out with the meal, and didn't even bring out my pizza. We finally got it, and the thing was big. It was easily a 12" pizza. Put simply, it was more than enough for two people.
When it came time for the checks, the waitress couldn't get our order broken down right. I mean, AT ALL. She tried like three or four times, and NEVER got it right. Finally, Charles, of all people, whipped out his credit card, and said, "just put it on this. We'll work out who owes what later."
Then, we went downstairs to the bowling alley. The place was full, and the wait was an hour and twenty minutes. Going back to the exit, the pool tables had a 45 minute wait. We left, and walked around Beale Street for bit. Charles got a "Diver". Remember the old suicide soft drinks, where you get a cup, and put a little of every type of fountain drink into it? A Diver is like that, but with beer. To keep it from kicking you stupid, they add a little alcohol and some cherry flavor. It's good, but Charles got pushy for a second time tonight.
We walked around a bit, and I began to relax again. From there, we left and went to Yosemite Sam's, a karaoke club on Madison. I was feeling pertty good again. We sat down, I had another beer, and we listened to some pretty girls mutilate some country song ("Friends in Low Places", I think). I was okay, though I was getting tired. Then, someone kept at us because we were a table full of guys sitting next to a table full of girls. She kept offering to help introduce us, and all kinds of shit. I was losing my good humor again, but she finally shut up.
I started getting tired. VERY tired. I also was smoking on my own, there was so much cigarette smoke in the place. Then, I heard Kevin comparing notes with Scott about who still "had" to buy Charles a drink. That was the last fucking straw. I was tired of being told I had to do any fucking thing. I asked to be taken back to my car, so I could come home. I wasn't even remotely buzzed at this point. I was terribly disappointed.
I came home, smelling like a fucking ashtray, and I have work in a little over four hours. Fuck. What a fucking waste.
Never again.
* - Instead of tokens, this arcade issued a credit card-like piece of plastic that went into each machine, and deducted the amount from the card.
I got to Charles' around 600pm, because I felt bad about not showing up, though I had a feeling that I really shouldn't. We're supposed to listen to our inner voices, so why did I ignore mine? Charles immediately began by trying to make me take a shot of Wild Turkey. He said it'd scare away my head cold. Well, I didn't care for the "commanding" tone in his voice. This should have been another warning, but again I ignored it. I wound up taking the shot. It cleared my sinuses out, but that crap nearly made me puke a little later.
We left. and went to Jillian's. There, we put in for a table, but had to wait 35 minutes. We all went upstairs, where the video games are. The machine that gives out the "token cards"* would only take cash, so I was out of luck. This was warning number three: I went on a bachelor party without any cash. I don't know, I figured that I would have the ability to pay with my check card. That would keep me from spending too much money. But no... I realized I should have had cash, and that didn't help things.
Not only could I do nothing for the games, but dinner wasn't the greatest, either. Going back downstairs, we were seated, and I ordered a Killian's Irish Red. It's a great beer. I got two over the course of dinner. I ordered an appetizer and a pizza (I figured it would be a personal-size one). They brought the appetizers out with the meal, and didn't even bring out my pizza. We finally got it, and the thing was big. It was easily a 12" pizza. Put simply, it was more than enough for two people.
When it came time for the checks, the waitress couldn't get our order broken down right. I mean, AT ALL. She tried like three or four times, and NEVER got it right. Finally, Charles, of all people, whipped out his credit card, and said, "just put it on this. We'll work out who owes what later."
Then, we went downstairs to the bowling alley. The place was full, and the wait was an hour and twenty minutes. Going back to the exit, the pool tables had a 45 minute wait. We left, and walked around Beale Street for bit. Charles got a "Diver". Remember the old suicide soft drinks, where you get a cup, and put a little of every type of fountain drink into it? A Diver is like that, but with beer. To keep it from kicking you stupid, they add a little alcohol and some cherry flavor. It's good, but Charles got pushy for a second time tonight.
We walked around a bit, and I began to relax again. From there, we left and went to Yosemite Sam's, a karaoke club on Madison. I was feeling pertty good again. We sat down, I had another beer, and we listened to some pretty girls mutilate some country song ("Friends in Low Places", I think). I was okay, though I was getting tired. Then, someone kept at us because we were a table full of guys sitting next to a table full of girls. She kept offering to help introduce us, and all kinds of shit. I was losing my good humor again, but she finally shut up.
I started getting tired. VERY tired. I also was smoking on my own, there was so much cigarette smoke in the place. Then, I heard Kevin comparing notes with Scott about who still "had" to buy Charles a drink. That was the last fucking straw. I was tired of being told I had to do any fucking thing. I asked to be taken back to my car, so I could come home. I wasn't even remotely buzzed at this point. I was terribly disappointed.
I came home, smelling like a fucking ashtray, and I have work in a little over four hours. Fuck. What a fucking waste.
Never again.
* - Instead of tokens, this arcade issued a credit card-like piece of plastic that went into each machine, and deducted the amount from the card.
