We got to Hanger Bar around 3:30 and it was really nice and mellow. So I ended up playing pool with Nicole. Nicole is the arm-wrestling, shit-talking bartender at Hanger Bar. She totally acts like a big sister that's always trying to boss you around. After having failed to beat her at arm wrestling a few weeks prior (it was a tie!) she told me that she could beat me at pool and so it was on. TRICK SHOTS ONLY!
Later that night we went back to the hotel with plans to take a late night swim before heading to the airport, but the pool had been drained for repairs! Booo!
Later that afternoon, we headed back to Faisal's and decided to get our swim on while we waited for him to come home from work. (And I did my best to take some David Hockney-inspired pool photos!).
After we finally made it through immigration (around 1am!), Biba introduced us to her fiance Philip - who'd come with her to the airport and had been patiently waiting for us to get our nonsense resolved in a coffee shop! Philip and Bernadette took us to their amazing apartment and immediately suggested a shower and a swim to wash away all the airport cooties!
I woke up super-early on Wednesday, but even after taking a monster dose of DayQuil, still couldn't seem to motivate to hit the early-morning sessions of CTIA. Instead, I decided to hang out in my hotel room and play around with my new camera some more. Here's the view of the hotel's pool from my room. And using my new camera's zoom...
...an indoor pool-party at the Hotel QT! (It's this really cute hotel that has a smallish indoor pool that's IN THE LOBBY and it even has a swim-up bar!). Here's Meredith making sexy-face in the water!
And here's me. I'm guessing that you can tell by our faces that the water in the pool wasn't exactly warm. I'd brought along my new waterproof camera (that Meredith got me as a gift for when I go scuba diving) and it allowed me go...
On Monday night I went out drinking with Posh Tony and we ended up shooting pool at Max Fish (where we almost got beat to death with a pool cue because of Posh Tony's inability to shut-the-fuck-up when he's drunk).
In fact, we never actually lost a game; instead, we decided to retire (and leave Pat's in general) when one of the really drunk patrons who was tired of us winning (and probably tired of me being there with the only three women who had full sets of teeth) threw a pool cue at me. Despite having about 6" and 50lbs on the guy - it was Jesus' Birthday so we decided it best to be on our Merry way (well that, and the fact that I'm a huge pussy).
Then later that night, I went up to Mt. Arlington to drink beers and shoot pool with Scott at the incomparable Pat's Bar. (PS - Hey Scott, that's a nice pee stain on your shorts. Hahahaha).
And here's Fatty using the timer on his camera in pursuit of "the perfect photo for his JDate.com profile." Seriously, everytime we turned around, this kid was snapping clandestine self-portraits to later use to ensnare hot, cyber Jewesses. More on this later.
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