This is the only picture I took inside the bar. (The locals in this part of New Jersey are easily spooked by magic devices like digital cameras, so you gotta be careful).
Now Scott and I had spent many an hour compiling lists of things we would do if, per chance, we were ever given our very own midget. So we didn't waste any time and got right down to the activity at the top of our list: finding out just how much alcohol a midget can actually consume.
Two screwdrivers later, the midget was still ambulatory (and dancing up a storm) So we decided it was time to step things up a notch...and started buying him shots. Of Tequilla. Cheap Tequilla. Cheap Bar Tequilla...which he drank with no further prompting from us, on the dancefloor. (Note girl in white shirt in the background laughing and pointing.) Tequilla makes all kinds of people do crazy stuff. We couldn't wait to see what it would make the midget do...
Er, sort of....but he got an "A+" for effort in my book. (You should've seen his little midget legs pumping to the beat as he attempted "the scramble." Priceless.
Ok, back to the midget! We told him flat out: "We'll buy you drinks, but you've gotta drink them on the dance floor." We started him out nice and easy with a screwdriver (keep in mind, when he was handed over to us, he was already totally shitfaced. He was from Japan and couldn't even say his name. We told him we didn't need to know his name...and that if we needed him we'd just say "Hey! Midget!" And he nodded vigorously as he pretended to understand us).
After fleeing the scene of the place where the car-peeing took place, we headed up to a bar on lake Hopactcong called the Tidal Wave. We show up to the place and right when we walk in we see this group of girl dancing in a circle around a guy who appears to be really far away. Upon closer examination, we realized that he wasn't far away, he was a MIDGET!
