So last night, a random Thursday, I decided to lay low for a change. I got home from work, put on my PJs and turned on the teley. After watching several hours of nonsenscial episodes of Chelsea Lately, I decided to get up and clean the house a bit. Mid-bathroom deep bleach, a knock at the door. Christie was getting home from work late and wanted to go out for a drink…
After about 20 minutes of convincing and a very sneaky icing, I was in.
SIDE NOTE: Christie was wearing a t-shirt dress. She tells me she’s going up stairs to change, but needs me to help her unzip the dress. I think to myself, what shirt dress has a frickin zipper. Then I realize…ICED! Damn her.
Anyway…I finish up cleaning, tool a quick shower and got dressed. Since Christie and I are ridiculously poor we had only $20 cash between the two of us. (Christie: $20. Me: $0). We decided to keep ourselves in control, we’d just head over to the Black Horse Deli & Pub (See St Patrick’s Day) for a quick couple of beers.
It’s 10:30pm at this point.
As we approach the bar, which as a reminder is a small alley with a roof on it, we hear a ton of noise. It was packed. Ladies on the stools. Dudes slammed up against the wall. And there were just as many people behind the bar as there were being served. We bellied up to a couple seats and ordered two Chimay Whites.
Apparently it was the owner, James’, birthday. They were serving teeny-tiny pies and ice cream cake, and every ten would break into a mumbled rendition of “Happy Birthday.” Everyone was absolutely shitfaced.
Once settled, we realized the entire crowd was involved in an intense dice game of 1-4-24. There was a hug pile of dollar bills right in front of us…Being as poor as we are, we decided gambling was a great way to earn some extra dough. So Christie threw down and tossed the die.
Meanwhile, some random girl walks in with a Safeway bag full of Jell-O shots. WTF? Orange and Lime flavor shots are now being passed around the bar. Everyone took the first in unison, yelling, “CHEERS!” tapping one to the other as if a large glasses of wine around the family table.
At 11:40pm James announces he must close at midnight to avoid getting closed down again.
SIDE NOTE: They were recently shut down for ten days for staying open past the deli license allotted hours.
Back to the game. Christie ties for first place the first three rounds…By the last, however, she lost by only three points…The final game ends right at midnight. We chug our beers.
On our walk home we discuss how random the evening was. We’re a little tipsy. We made some mac n cheese, cuddled up (because apparently Christie can’t walk up the two flights of stairs to her own place) and passed out watching 17 Again. Ridiculous.
