...I decided to duck into the only pub that I could find that seemed to be open on a Sunday night at 11pm. Some replica British pub filled with UK ex-pats. I had few pints and half-heartedly watched Chelsea v. Birmingham (booooooring) then decided to call it a night.
Doug was still in town visiting and was kind enough to run all over town with me and help set up for the party. It was a BYOB affair, but because all the bodegas in my hood close at 9pm, we scored a shitload of cases of PBR and a buncha bottles of booze for back-up.
...where as I went for the much grosser "put my beer in my sock" manuever. (Hey, I know it's nasty but it sure beats an "open container" ticket. Well that and the fact that the sock smell helps lessen the taste of the Bud Lite)
And by the time I got a second shot off, Sarah's hair was soaked and she'd plugged up the flow with her thumb to avoid smelling malty the rest of the evening.
Sarah attempting to recreate my favorite photo of her ever. My camera went off early so I only managed to capture a little dripple peeking out of the bottle.
Right when I got upstairs, Leigh hooked me up with a frosty, delicious Bud. The place was so crowded that Leigh danced the beer right out of my hand and onto the floor where it shattered. (I think it was because she has a HUGE crush on me and she was all nervous).
This is hands down the my favorite picture of Sarah Lewitinn. Right when I ran into her I busted out my cam and she was like "Oh, hold on a sec!" and then started pouring her beer out on her head.
Mad props to Jon Davis - he lives in the neighborhood and when we ran out of booze just past 4:30am, he saved party from drying up by busting out the number of some super-sketch Chinatown bogeda that will deliver booze and beer 24 hours a day!
Here's Grant nursing a couple of beers as he got up the courage to ask some of the burly men for their best tips on how to get women to have anal sex, etc.
And then after dropping my parents off at home, I swung up to visit Scott but his two rugrats had gotten the best of him that day and he nodded off shortly after I'd gotten there. Bonus points for falling asleep with a full beer and managing not to spill any.
With the leather-panted Gunther giving us the stinkeye from across the table we took a view pictures more pics without her in the background to try to throw him off our perv trail. By the way, ever notice how stuff like Coke, ketchup and McDonalds always taste not-so-great overseas? Well with beer, it works the other way around. The beer we are drinking is Amstel. (not Amstel light, regular Amstel) Maybe it was the crisp sea breeze or the abundance of badobnkadonk butts out there but it was hands down one of the best beers I've ever had.
See? I told you EmEm was with us! Nobody ever believes us. See how he's trying to hide behind that big beer? This guy hates photos like fat people hate salads.
Even though it's more expensive than it used to be back in the day, you really can't beat The Cherry Tavern "Special." A can of Tecate and a shot of tequilla for $4? Wha?
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