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So last night I went out bar hopping with the guys. The guys being ShawnAPT2, (Former Member0 MonkeyTail, and a Josh. We decided one beer per bar, and we were off. First bar was a bust. As we were just standing there some girl just came out of no where and attempted to attach herself to us. Her exact words were "All my friends want to hang out with those guy, but I am going to hang with you." It was just strange and awkward. I faked a phone call, and walked away, where I then called Shawn, and told him to just fallow my lead. When I returned I came up with the story that our friend "blank" wanted us to meet him down the street at another bar, to which point she started talking more. I faked another phone call (this time not walking away) and proceeded to yell into the phone, "I told you we would be on our way in a minute" at which point we left. Yeah I am probably a jerk, but there is only so far a conversation based on "are you guys from around here", and other obvious observations can take you.
The naxt bar, I was approached by a girl telling me her friend was turning 21, and wanted to talk to me, but was to shy to approach me herself. She was a cute girl, so I made my way over to say hello, where her friend tricked me into to buying her a drink. I was trying to get a conversation started, but she would just giggle, and look down, and give me one word answers. Not to mention the frat looking guys they were with her kept looking at me like I was a goon. I told her to enjoy her drink, and walked back to the guys. Her friend I guess didn't like that, and came over to tell me so. "So is that what you do, you just buy her a drink, and walk away?" Before I could defend myself Shawn stepped up, and procceded to tell her he didn't like how she had conned me to buying her friend a drink. It looked like it was going to turn ugly, but by the time we left, she was loving us. If the birthday girl would have been a little more outgoing, and talkative, who knows.
The next bar isn't even worth mentioning. They had some hack, dave matthews, wanna be jam band playing, nuff said, we left.
Everybody else was done, but Shawn "the wild man", and myself still had some party left in us. After a few Vodka shots we went to some redneck bar named "Creekers". If the name doesn't tell you anything, let me just tell you I say 2 girls with black eyes. There was country kareoke, and we saw a fight break out on the dance floor. It was the kind of place where you felt greatful to be out of place. You get a lot of looks in a redneck bar when you have a mowhawk. All in all it was a good night.