Dive bars can be fun...
Saturday after I got off work, Geoff came up to my place and we stuffed his station wagon with as much of my crap as possible to do the pre-emptive move to Amy's. I still don't have a truck to move my bed, futon, desk etc, but at least I got a large majority of my crap relocated so if I do find a truck it will likely only be one or two trips maximum.

Plan B ensued. Geoff's cousin Jason and a few other folks were hanging out at a bar called the Eastern Pearl.
When we arrived, Jason announced that when he chooses music, he likes to start things off with a little ABBA. So Geoff and Jason sang a renditi


There was plenty of ludeness, much more as the night went on, but this was just a small taste of what we captured.


Volume 2:


Erin arrived, and there was much rejoycing!


Then there was arm wrestling...


Whenever the bar offers Jello shots.. they simply must be consumed.

Then it was time to perfect the art of "fry sharing"....


Let us not forget those pictures that speak a thousand words...
Those, "you had to be there" moments.




2 Comments:
Didn’t you mother tell you its rude to share sausage while on the phone.
Not much needs to be said here but "Good times...goood times."
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