If you look at the previous post on this blog, you'll notice I had circled a few bars to attend last weekend.Let's just say we made it to four of them, and I'm glad the pictures are not posted anywhere. Yet.
The events can be summed up in this fashion:
Getting pictures taken by a creepy Weekly Volcano photographer (coping mechanism: talk about dead hookers)
Pretend make-out session between men
Stranger drinking our beer (and promising to take me to Portland)
Wrapping trash around body and wearing it like clothing
Running around imaginary bases at a ball field (max speed)
Unsuccessful jump over a road barrier (causing external bleeding)
Inappropriate behavior toward a lion statue (the lion's sex was determined to be male)
Imaginary motor-boating
Insulting the city of Tacoma during a karaoke song
Trying to steal alcohol behind the bar while a fight ensued
I'm not proud of what happened. And it's all a little fuzzy. And I have a strange bruise.
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