Hogs & Heifers
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Why would I be awake at 11am on a day that I am off? Easy. Skriehmas friend is about as subtle walking past your bed as a five on the Richter scale. I can see that Phèdre must have come home at some point tonight, she is sprawled on the other sofabed. I believe skriehma is getting his camera ready again, so they may just go play tourists one more time.
So about yesterday .. we did go to Hogs & Heifers, one of the "original" Coyote Ugly-style bars. And it started out very promisingly.
Naturally, we were immediately impressed with the bar. The point was apparently getting as many women as possible to dance on the bar, primarily by men buying them shots of something. This serves two purposes, a) complimenting them and b) getting them drunk. The strategy, if simple, seemed to be working.
One of the "rules", that at least some of the girls adhered to, was that you had to leave your bra if you were dancing on the bar. According to legend, the bras of Drew Barrymore (yay!) and Julia Roberts (eek!) are among the impressive collection on their walls.
Once in a while the bartenders would pour good alcohol (*sniff*) onto the bar and set it on fire, one of them taking position on each end of it.
They would then engage
in a contest of
spitting fire.
Then the process started over, women on the bar, taking off bras, giving the roaring crowd a glimpse of what was underneath. Not being a voyeur kind of guy myself, I started getting bored after what felt like three hours (skriehma telling me at the time it had only been two) of the same drill. The initial enthusiasm didn't hold up, even with four (or five?) beers in rapid succession. It was good to have been there once but I don't feel any urge to go there again.
On our way out we were mugged by bachelorette-partyists (they seemed 20-ish) to kiss the bride-to-be on the cheek. While she was pretty, I was still glad the ethanol on most people around here would be enough to eradicate any infectious agents left on her cheek by my predecessors.
So, skriehma and his friend have actually left to play tourists again. Hmmmm. I wonder what I'm going to do with this day.
Why would I be awake at 11am on a day that I am off? Easy. Skriehmas friend is about as subtle walking past your bed as a five on the Richter scale. I can see that Phèdre must have come home at some point tonight, she is sprawled on the other sofabed. I believe skriehma is getting his camera ready again, so they may just go play tourists one more time.
So about yesterday .. we did go to Hogs & Heifers, one of the "original" Coyote Ugly-style bars. And it started out very promisingly.
Naturally, we were immediately impressed with the bar. The point was apparently getting as many women as possible to dance on the bar, primarily by men buying them shots of something. This serves two purposes, a) complimenting them and b) getting them drunk. The strategy, if simple, seemed to be working.
One of the "rules", that at least some of the girls adhered to, was that you had to leave your bra if you were dancing on the bar. According to legend, the bras of Drew Barrymore (yay!) and Julia Roberts (eek!) are among the impressive collection on their walls.
Once in a while the bartenders would pour good alcohol (*sniff*) onto the bar and set it on fire, one of them taking position on each end of it.
They would then engage
in a contest of
spitting fire.
Then the process started over, women on the bar, taking off bras, giving the roaring crowd a glimpse of what was underneath. Not being a voyeur kind of guy myself, I started getting bored after what felt like three hours (skriehma telling me at the time it had only been two) of the same drill. The initial enthusiasm didn't hold up, even with four (or five?) beers in rapid succession. It was good to have been there once but I don't feel any urge to go there again.
On our way out we were mugged by bachelorette-partyists (they seemed 20-ish) to kiss the bride-to-be on the cheek. While she was pretty, I was still glad the ethanol on most people around here would be enough to eradicate any infectious agents left on her cheek by my predecessors.
So, skriehma and his friend have actually left to play tourists again. Hmmmm. I wonder what I'm going to do with this day.
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