CB’s House of Porn and Pancakes

So the weekend rolled around and it has been some time since I’ve written this, my weekend started on Thursday with viewing the NCAA kick off at Skybox. Watching the games, my brackets were essentially in tact and I was a happy camper, plus I had the ribs there, they were good and the sauce Nelly had help create, really good, not quite Memphis, but still pretty damn good.

Friday arrives, I head to Mandarin for the Big D CD Release Party, I meet Bones, Vince and Co up there. My last night really of not drinking, so I stick to water because well I’ve had enough Sprite that week to sink the frickin’ Titanic. I meet one of Vince’s co-workers, this girl finds out I gave up drinking for Lent, she decides she will make me drink that night by being sly, when I would start to talk, she would try to ram her beer bottle in my mouth, it never worked and I ended up wearing half of the beers…. Being a good wing man, I’m chatting with her friend, she mentions how she feels old, so I ask how old she is (I know, I know, I’m never suppose to ask a lady how old she is, but hey, I wasn’t drinking, I had to entertain myself somehow). 23 she says. Shit I think. She asks how old I am. I ask how old she thinks I am. 26 she says. (sidenote, other 23 and 24 yr old girls I’ve met lately all think I’m 26) Nope. 28? Nope. 29??? Nope? 30?!? Nope. 32?!?!?!?!?!? Yup. She then says, “Oooh, you don’t look 32.” More banter goes on, more beer spills on me as Drunky McDrunk the co-worker keeps trying to pour beer in my mouth, suddenly we see a guy talking to a girl, the guy is on crutches and is missing a leg. I think nothing of it, but the 23 yr old says to me “I could never have sex with a guy with one leg.” Half paying attention “Uh, what?!?” She goes on to say “I wouldn’t know which leg he is putting in me” I made some comment about “Well that’s why you leave the lights on….” Then Drunky McDrunk co-worker chimes in with “I don’t care what is it is, as long as it’s big and hard” I could really use a drink right about now. So over the course of the night I proceed to lose everyone, usually this only happens to me at Mardi Gras, after drinking for 8 hrs, but this night I’m sober and hadn’t moved from where we were….. I run into Cosmo Boy, he’s feeling pretty good, he wants to find Vince and figure out where to go when Mandarin closes. So we end up by the DJ booth, find Vince, find out the 23 yr old and the Drunky McDrunk co-worker left. By this point Vince is slightly inebriated, he got his tab and it was $78, $92 with tip. He was trying to make out what he was charged for, hands me the receipt and says “Here, you are sober, you can read this” Going through the drinks listed he says “Ok, I did order all of those…..” We wander around for a bit, Cosmo Boy orders 2 drinks, hands them to me and tells me to give them to two girls standing near by, so I do, turns out he knew them. We stop and talk to them. Vince joins us, Cosmo Boy wanders off. Vince talking to the one girl, so I try to talk to the other girl. That girl did not want anything to do with me or I’d wager didn’t want to be there in general. She gave me one word answers and kept looking away. Vince leaves to go to the bathroom, the girl he was talking to said, wait here, I’ll be right back. Damnit! So I’m stuck with this girl that isn’t a happy camper and I’m sober, God hates me. So I send a text to Vince and Cosmo Boy that says “You guys suck! Thanks for leaving me with the uninterested one!” Thankfully her friend came back, they said they were going to walk around, I head to find Vince and Cosmo Boy, no luck, it’s wall to wall people and it’s near closing time. So I decide to bail, send those two a text telling them I’m heading out, will catch up with them tomorrow. Cosmo Boy text me back saying he was talking to a girl I had met a few weeks ago at a Red Bull party and she was asking about me, as it turns out, she was asking about me and Vince in general, but by this point I was outside and walking home……

Saturday I was supposed to play in the Back to the Cause Trivia Night but I couldn’t get a team together, so what do I do instead doing a charity event, I go to the boat, Lumiere actually to meet up with Cosmo Boy and Vince. I had a good run at Roulette and doubled my money, it was before midnight so I hit the refreshment center and got my free Sprite, it was free this time, it hadn’t cost me $150 this time………. Cosmo Boy got a text from a rep he works with, she was at PT’s Sports Cabaret watching midget wrestling, damnit, I didn’t get the memo that was going on….. So to celebrate my accomplishment, after midnight rolled around, I had a Red Bull and vodka, I toasted my friends to the end of Lent, took a sip of the Red Bull, looked at the drink and said, “I missed you”

So it’s been a month since I’ve posted on here, the biggest news is I’m currently “gainfully unemployed.” It happened on June 28th, a Thursday, which I thought was a bit odd, but whatever. The only draw back was the next day was my parent’s 50th Wedding Anniversary, so all night I was barraged with questions. Everyone always asks me “are you doing ok?” Uh yeah, I don’t have to work and I get a check, severance rocks! Currently job hunting, so we’ll see how it goes…….

Now, on to the antics:

So Fourth of July was coming up and my buddy did his Top of the Met party to view the fireworks. Me and TD head there, enter the party and head right for the bar. He orders a beer, $6, I ask how much a mixed drink is, $6, well that solves that, vodka tonic please! Many drinks, we are running around, run into creepy guy who asks me repeatedly if my one friend is coming to the party, she’s not I tell him, repeatedly….. Very creepy! The fireworks start to launch, watch for a bit, walk through the party some more, run into SF, tell her about my pool party, she asks if she can bring some friends, I say sure and follow that up with “bring your boyfriend if you want.” She said “I don’t have a boyfriend” my reply “So you are saying i have a chance!” Yeah, I’m that guy…… Actually it wasn’t me, it was Seamus, he had been drinking heavily……. Post party we head to Pepper Lounge. There we run into Cosmo Boy, who gets us in the VIP section, a bottle and then leaves us, cause that’s always a good idea….. So it’s me, TD and Cosmo Boy’s intern. The intern brings up a couple of girls he knew, they all just graduated college. One girl sits down next to me, chatting with her she asks what I do, I said “We’ll I’m currently unemployed” TD chimes in that I’m “gainfully unemployed” and I explain now I know what it’s like to be a burden of the state, not work and still get a check, unemployment rules! We go through the bottle, I think there may have been another bottle I’m not sure. Somehow at the end of the night I end up with 3 email addresses. The girl I had talked to all night, she’s Croatian and asked me to pronounce her last name, somehow I slurred it correctly…. I rule, now I need to go home and die…….. Happy Birthday America!

So the plan for about 15 of us was to decend down to Dallas for New Year’s to GQ’s house. 10 made it, five of us got stranded in St Louis thanks to American Airlines and mother nature. Apparently Dallas is in the midst of a 2 yr drought but that day they got hit with huge thunderstorms, heavy rain, lightning, tornado warnings, etc. Most of the later flights were canceled. Before they announced our flight was canceled, they told us they were flying a plane up from DFW to pick us up and fly us to Love Field. So to kill time I brought Jackass Number Two, that killed the dull moments until the gate agent gets on the intercom and says “The flight has been canceled, no other flights are available due to the New Year’s holiday, the earliest we could get out is possibly Sunday, but more like Monday. The hotels are all full, we can’t help you, it’s best if you just leave.” Taken back we go get our luggage and head to the link to take the train back to the CWE. Back at my place, Sebastian combs the internet looking for any flight to get down to see dancing queen, while Dr KFO talked to an unsympathetic AA customer service rep who essentially said “We don’t care, here’s your refund.” We watched the rest of Jackass and headed to Syberg’s. Sebastian found a flight on Southwest and flew out the next morning. Me, I sent a text out to everyone saying “In St Louis, American Airlines sucks.” Got a flurry of texts back and calls. Cosmo Boy gave me the hook up at Mandarin, worked perfect it was right up the street. He also said they are going to Nectar, A was going to be there and to come by and say hi. The next day I called AA customre service line to get my money back, told the lady “Every time I fly you guys with the exception of once, it was the worst experience of my life. I gave her several examples and she apologized, I got my money back, but that was it.” The normal tradition of NYE Day lunch was thought to be skipped this year as everyone but me and Farns were here. Farns convinces me to go and keep the tradition alive, so 4 or 5 yrs running now……

NYE Night starts off at Mandarin, I get there, wandering through the crowd, run into a group of friends I hadn’t seen in a long time, funny sidenote when they walked in they said “I wonder if CB will be here?” Talked to them for awhile, went over to Cosmo Boy’s section, hung out with everyone, was drinking double, seeing triple, midnight rolls around, the lady next to me plants one on me at midnight, as she walks away, my buddy leans over and tells me, “That was the playmate of the year from 1986……” My first thought “I was 11 when she posed, awe-some!” Everyone needs a cougar story……. A quick shuttle ride down to Nectar, find A, wish her a happy new year, hang out with her most of the night, she leaves as the bar is clearing out. I’m hanging out with Cosmo Boy and some others, the bouncer tells Cosmo Boy that one of his friends is at the door, he goes to the door, looks back and yells “CB, take care of this” In stumbles one of my friends, Bagger, bloody face, tie and shirt a mess. I said “Holy crap, what happened??” The bouncer said “He fell” I left it at that. I take him to the bathroom to clean him up, the one owner came in to check on him, apparently Bagger outside was yelling he was going to sue the place, etc, etc. We call Bagger’s girl, whom he lost next door, apparently he was pretty drunk and she was avoiding him. We find her, get them in a cab and send them on their um way….. I talked to the owners, said “Don’t worry, he’s one of my fraternity brothers, he’s drunk, he doesn’t know what he is saying” They ask what fraternity I was in. I tell them, turns out they are in the same one, different chapter, even funnier they were part of the chapter that helped install ours originally….. Small world. So I text Bagger all that. He said the next day at the time he felt like an ass, when he got my text he felt like a bigger ass…….. Shuttle shows up, I go home and pass out around 4am, good times, my boys in Dallas were still going………..

A week or so later Bagger had a party to celebrate getting his master’s, Cosmo Boy told me that he can do the after party at Pepper if he likes…….

So it was time for the Annual Holiday Party on Wheels, this year featured a 30 person bus, with hardwood floors, leather benches and most importantly, a bathroom on board….. The stops this year were:

- Mandarin (CWE)
- rBar (Grove)

- Lucas School House (Soulard)

The night started off at my place for the pre-party, we drank a lot before getting on the bus. Mandarin we had our own section, beers and shots a plenty, the belligerent drunk wanted to steal one of the Asian art head scultures. I told him he wouldn’t have a chance to get it out of there and talked him out of doing that, apparently that would not be the last time that night I would need to do that……. Off to rBar, they took care of us, cheap drinks and got us right in the door. A few shots and I couldn’t feel my feet. Last stop of the evening was Lucas School House. Ran into the teach there. Scotty Mac was spinning downstairs and a chill band was playing upstairs. Cool vibe, but we could only be there for 30 min as our time on the bus was running out. Loading up the bus, the belligerent drunk tries to take the valet sign on the bus, I had to defuse the situation. We ran Stiffy and some of the others to his house near there, Dr KFO throws a No Parking sign on to the bus, why not, it was the end of the night. The ride home turned into a big dance party on the bus. Someone dropped some major ass in the back of the bus, I was up front and everyone surged forward like rats fleeing a sinking ship, I didn’t know what was going on until the stench arrived……. Back at my place was the post party, a lot of the the booze and all the food I had was devoured. I checked over the bus to see if anything needed cleaning or anything was damaged, there was not a dry spot on the bus, so many spilled drinks……….. I tipped the driver $150 for being a good sport and not caring about the no parking sign….. I walk back to my place to let all the drunks in for the post party, apparently my one friend was peeing in the bushes on Lindell, someone walking their dog yelled at them “Do you live here?” He replied “What? Do think I’m homeless?? Of course I don’t live here, that’s why I’m doing this……” Walking up to my building I see the No Parking sign, I tell Buttcakes to get rid of it. I thought he would just run it out to Lindell and dump it, instead he drags it across the street and dumps it behind the Cathedral. The post party ended around 7am, i know this because I woke up around 6am to Tex yelling about something to the Belligerent Drunk, who by the way had been throwing little candy bars at Buttcakes saying he wanted to do it…… I finally rustle everyone down to Syberg’s for lunch, I leave as Tex and the Belligerent Drunk were ordering their second tower of beer…….. Apparently they kept going until midnight that night….. My place was trashed, a lot of booze was consumed……. Everyone agreed that was the drunkest they had ever been for that party…….. I guess the bar has been raised for next year……..

Booze + People Drinking = Blog Content!

Tuesday Night: Me and AJ went to a wine party in the Lucas Lofts, pretty cool event, post party we ended up at Lucas Park, the least favorite bar of mine since Cheshire closed…. So we were sitting at a big table in a bar post wine party, me and my buddy AJ were talking to a couple of people, somehow the subject golf comes up, this girl across the table pipes in “DO anyone of you actually play golf?” She points to the girl we were talking to, she said no, AJ said he tries, I said “In a previous life, yes, I haven’t played in years” She asks where I played, I told her, she said “I’ve never heard of that”, she comes over, gets in my face about how I don’t really play golf, told her my handicap back in the day was a 15, she said good golfers don’t have handicaps, I said “It’s clear you don’t know squat about golf.” She gets flustered and says “Are you single?” Yes I say. “Wow surprise there” she says. With out missing a beat I reply “With girls like you out there, it’s not a surprise at all.” The look on her face was priceless. I told her “Your wine and your chair are over there, I recommend you go there, you won’t win this one….” For whatever reason I was the focus that night. Made for an interesting night to say the least……..

Saturday: Went to the Cards game, it was an emotional rollercoaster of starting out us down 6-0 by the 3rd, tying it, get behind by a run, tying it again, blowing bases loaded with no outs, then losing the game because of Izzy… So post-game we head to a bar called The Shamrock to drown our sorrows. L knew one of the bartenders so we headed there. Cool place, it had been redone and looked good. Hanging out with L, Harris and Stiffy, Hammel stumbled in with his cousin. They were 8 sheets to the wind. They order some drinks, drink them quickly, order another round. The other bartender (not L’s friend) puts ice in their drink glasses, fills the glasses half up with Jack and before adding coke, walks to the end of the bar, sits down and starts talking to some dude. WTF? Thankfully L’s friend comes to the rescue. Never seen that before. We finish our drinks, me, Hammel, Stiffy and Hammel’s cousin head to Lefty’s for one more. Leaving Lefty’s me and Stiffy walk up Broadway towards the stadium, as I parked there and he parked a few blocks away. Walking past BB’s this drunken idiot falls out of the entrance with a bottle of beer in his hand, stops us to see where we are going. “Calling it a night we say.” He asked where we are from, I said the city, he said what part, I said CWE. He said “Only fags live there.” I told him straight people live there, the guy was just say “yeah, whatever.” I hadn’t had enough booze to say anything as this jack-ass who was looking for a fight, plus I really bit my tongue on telling him Soulard has about the same number of gay bars the CWE does……. I turn and start to walk away, Stiffy says something so the guy chases us down, neither of us would bite on his barbs, so we turn and walk away and he says “GFY” We just kept walking. We both agreed, he has ruby red shoes at home, he’s a friend of Dorothy……… Thinking I’m done with the drunks downtown, I get to the parking, one last drunken encounter, some dude at the other end of the garage starting yelling “Edmonds, you the man!” (I was wearing my Edmonds jersey) Kept walking but the dude was starting to come my direction, so I quickly got into my car and got the hell out of there………. Must have been a full moon…..

So much to the Southy’s dismay, I was a good kid and stayed in on Thursday night. Savvy was having computer issues, so I spent most of the evening fixing his laptop and by the time I was done, it was around 10, f’ it, I’m staying in because this weekend is jammed….. So Friday rolls around, worked until about 6, leave, hit the streets of downtown, it’s a ghost town, everyone took off work hours ago, God, I’m a loser……… Friday night I was planning on staying in, long couple of weeks, I need a break. I got a couple of DVD’s from Netflix, unfortunately “Crackheads Gone Wild” wasn’t available so I got Sin City and A Bridge To Far…… Sitting at home, watching the Cards game, phone rings, it’s the nurse and the teacher, they want me to come to a house party Tea Bag is throwin. Damnit, I want to stay in. I say let me eat dinner first, I’ll think about it….. Thinking that was good enough, son of a……. They call again…. I have the image of Fry from “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” where he says “They’ll keep calling and calling……..” So I get directions from Tea Bag and start over to his place. I was given a round about way to get there, it’s all good, but I realized midway over, Son of a…….. I could have taken this and saved myself about 10 minutes…….. I arrive to hear Tex doing his best impression of Poison, only screaming it Rock Star style in the basement……. Oh this should be an interesting night……. Pretty low key, just hung out in A town, home by midnight. Was entertained by a drunken Tex, told stories of when me and Tex lived together, he was pretty much a straight arrow, studied all the time, never went out, that was mostly because he had a pretty controlling gf….. The next year after living with me, he broke up with his gf, was going out nightly, drinking like a fish and gambling like crazy. My work was done, time for the next victim…… (Sidenote: I had another roommate with a similiar situation, same ending……. In my defense, I never set out to change anyone, but I guess their gfs drove them to it……. ) Home by midnight, I can the echo of Tex’s rendition of “Sweet Child of Mine” as I drift off to sleep…. Saturday arrives with me doing stuff I had been putting off for a month or so…. Late afternoon had a bachelor party to go to. I arrive at the house where we were meeting, the rest of the guys had been drinking since noon and were “Trying to sober up enough to drive to dinner” Oh boy, this will be an interesting night…. They were talking about the 32 yr old single mother next door and her 16 yr daughter laying out sunbathing and swimming most of the day. Damnit, I miss all the cool things….. Uh, did I just say that out loud? We finally find guys capapble of driving to dinner, we go to India Palace, really good food, unfortunately one of the guys had to much to drink and spent most of dinner in the bathroom, thinking he was going to hurl, didn’t. He went home after dinner. One man down, we head to Bottleworks for more beer. I must say I felt really sorry for the poor girl behind the bar, because there were some really f’d up conversations. Course all sorts of smart ass comments got her to laugh so hard she snorted, three times, a new record! After Bottleworks, the party decided to head back to Ballwin to keep drinking, seeing I was about 10 minutes from home, I headed back to the friendly confines of the CWE. Sent out a text to everyone to see who was still out. Panda was working at Sub Zero, dropped by there, got a Dirty Martini and hung out there for a bit. Got a text from the doc, he was at Luna. Wandered over there, had another cocktail, doc was with his brother and sister in law. They told us of a party next door to him, these guys were getting evicted and throwing a huge party. It was a college party, sweet! We go there, we are by far the oldest there by at least a decade, again, sweet. Hang out there for a bit, most there thought we were “24″, yeah go with that. Doc wants to cross the pond, sure it’s been a long time since I’ve smelled like cotton candy, why not. On the way over, Doc texts Jen, “Going East.” I text Jen “Have you heard from Doc? I lost him!” She replies “He said he is going east” I sent back “I know, I’m sitting right next to him” Yeah we are immature, but fun none the less…. Go to the Rox, lots of tattoo’d girls, next door, not much better, 64 East downright scary. Called it a night, wasn’t an official SOS night. Damn I’m getting to old for this. Page sent to Doc’s friend, Jen, “Guess how many boobs I saw? 15! Good night!” Yeah, I’m a keeper…….. Sunday was Finny’s surprise 30th bday party during the day. Good times, got to catch up with a lot of people I hadn’t seen since college. My one friend Henderson, hadn’t seen her in about 10 yrs, talked to her a little on email over the years, see her there with her husband and 2 kids, she was filling up a formula bottle I commented “Funny, last time I saw you, you had a different bottle in your hand…. oh how we grow up……” That night was Pepper Lounge’s 4th Anniversay Party. Big bash, packed house, Big D working the 1’s and 2’s all night. He had a great mix of hip hop, house and retro. The usual suspects were out in force, I was on the dance floor a lot that night, keeping guys away from the nurse and the teacher. Sweaty mess and tired, I was ready to call it a night. Monday brought my Dad’s bday, went to my parent’s house, swam, great dinner and got to hang out with my nieces and nephew. They pretty much wore me out! All in all good times, looking forward to not doing a whole lot this week, Rescue Me starts up Tuesday night, sweet! Also have L’s bday happy hour Tuesday, hooray for beer! After that, I’m not doing anything…….

So the week was chalked full of activities, I received word from the dancing queen, she did in fact break her ass, broken tail bone, ouch! (see previous post) Happy Hour Monday, Cardinals Game Tuesday (with a two hour rain delay), Wednesday was my brother’s reheresal dinner. Typical Irish reheresal dinner, lots of toasts, I got called up to do a toast or saying something. I hadn’t had time to prepare anything so I shot from the hip, it went a little something like this “Angela, one word for you, SUCKER!” Lots of chuckles and a few good lucks and other words, I’m off the hook. Thursday brought Manger and the future Mrs Manger to town, they were crashing at my place, so when they arrived, we dropped off their stuff and headed to Luna. If you aren’t familiar Luna on Thursday nights, it’s international night, good crowd, world beats bumping on the system and of course a belly dancer, how can you go wrong with that?? We have a cocktail, we were going to go to Maryland House, but the future Mrs Manger had taken some pills and mixed with the alcohol gave her a 1 - 2 punch that made her slurry mc slur on the walk home. It’s all good though, it was entertainment for the walk home…. Friday brought my brother’s wedding in the evening, I worked a half day and then went to my parent’s house to change into my tux and go to get pictures taken with the wedding party. In DC we had joked about not having to wear cummerbunds, I commented “I haven’t worn one in years, thank God for that!” I look at the tux my brother got, son of a, I have to cummerbund! Great, I’ll look like a waiter, Hello my name is Chris, let me tell you our specials tonight……… Anyway it seemed anything that could go wrong, did, the flowers had problems, the zipper on the bride’s dress was jammed and a limo broke down. But even with all that, the ceremony went off without a hitch. Ditto with the reception. The reception went off without a hitch, I got an open bar that was all high end stuff and got to smoke one of my Cuban Cigars, which is infact better than air…….. Everyone referred to my date, the teacher as my future finance. I hate you all. The reception lasted until almost midnight, I meet up with a bunch of the guys that were in from out of town for GQ’s St Louis wedding. They were down at Sub Zero, my home away from home Vodka Bar. They were destroyed, apparently 8 people drank 3 bottles worth of Grey Goose…. and you could tell! I walked up, Mabry was like “Chris f’n Brenna, F’ You! I don’t know her, but f’ her!” Then he busts into “Let’s hug it out bitch!” Starts bear hugging me. Ackward. Everyone made waiter references to me, which was funny for the first 10 minutes…… After Sub Zero we headed to the Berg, TT was working and hooked us up with hella food! Gurt was working behind the bar, she asked why I was wearing a tux, I told her I quit my job and now waiting tables, “Really?” was the response…….. No, I explained it was my brother’s wedding, etc. Mabry was in bad shape, pretty much yelling E-UUUUU-ROPE at the toilet. Never good…….
A few bud selects, some toasted ravs and some wings, I’m ready to call it a night. Drop the teacher off at her car and go home. Saturday no tux required, just a suit, there is a God! I go to pick up my date, The King of Germany (you might have to think a little about that one), she was staying at her sister’s place, I sort of remember where that was, so I get directions, she says “Go right on Wydown”, didn’t sound right, but what do I know, I usually just wander until I find what I’m looking for. Driving up Wydown, I hit Hanley and do not see the street I need, I call, I’m told, “Go under the metrolink……” That’s when I said, “So I want Forsyth instead of Wydown?” Long pause, “Yes” Son of a…….. a quick turn around I get to where I need to be. Went to the ceremony, this was a Hindu ceremony , very interesting and the perfect finale to my week of cultural diversity. A methodist ceremony in DC, a Catholic ceremony for my brother and now a Hindu ceremony. There were a lot of old friends that came in for the ceremony, it was great catching up with them. I got to meet Timmy Two Couchs new gf, I had to share some great (and harmless) Tim moments from college……… Post ceremony before dinner we had appetizers, drinks and an Amitus Beerus sighting, I was able to capture a picture before he ran off……. Many great pics and Mabry challenging me to a Break Dance Off on the dance floor, it was time for American Pie, a SigEp tradition and the end of the reception. Post party was the usual antics, good times, the doc challenging me to play quarters or chandellaires, his date said she had been practicing slamming drinks but I was beat and had to operate heavy machinery…….. 2 receptions, back to back, I was throwing the towel in…….
Sunday I spent taking the Southy around St Louis as her flight was leaving that evening. So it only 31 yrs and an out of towner to finally go up the Arch…….. It’s not a fear of it, it was everytime we tried to go the lines were ridiculous, stupid out of towners……. This time it wasn’t bad, went up to the top, thank God neither of us were clousterphobic, I’ve seen pics of the elevators, but holy crap was that a confined space! It looked like the egg ship from Mork andMindy……. Snapped some cool pics and pointed out some of the sites of the city. Took a quick drive tour through other parts and got her to the airport on time. I mooched dinner of my parent’s, came home, watched the Sopranos and fell asleep on the couch. All in all, a long but good weekend!

Ok, so there weren’t any woodland creatures injured in this post or over the weekend, it did sound kind of funny though……..

Friday night brought back a great time in American History, 80’s Night at ten-14, I went with some co-workers and some younger “kids” (hey, I’m 30, anyone younger is a kid to me……) It was a fun night, good music (minus the Kenny G), good people and some interesting dancing styles on the dance floor…….. It wasn’t a true 80’s night, there was some hard house and a lot of the 90’s songs mixed in. Though when Paper Boy was dropped in, that was HOT! (Go ahead and bill me Paris……..) My biggest gripe with ten-14 is service. I waited FOREVER for 2 drinks at one bar, the one bartender, she was just helping her friends and flirting with a bouncer…… The guy bartender wouldn’t only serve you if you had boobs, granted mine are only an A cup, I guess it wasn’t enough……… So I bounced over to the other bar, the guy behind the bar was on his cell phone and ignoring me……. Finally get his attention, he tells me to go to the other bar, I told him, I was waiting an insane amount of time with no luck…… He asked me what I wanted, I said ” 2 orange Grey Goose and tonics”, he said he didn’t have goose at his bar, so I pointed to the bottle and he hung up his cell phone and served me…….. Ridiculous I tell you. This isn’t an isolated incident with this place, it’s pretty much standard…….. We closed down ten-14 and headed home because Liz had to work early the next day.

Saturday brought a new round of drinking, went to Sub Zero to meet up with Amit & co for some cocktails……. About a 1000 Hangers and Tonics and there were some house shots involved…… The waitress was awesome, she gave one of the guys a “Big Girl Straw (it’s was a curly straw)” My buddy replied “Can I just have the big girl?” That brought on the laughs…….. We closed down Sub Zero and called it a night

Sunday brought on the Nectar premiere party…….. Nectar is next door to The Pepper Lounge (it’s the old rocket bar). The night was full of VIP Areas, Stoli, the roaming mad camera man, DJ Andrew Mullins on the ones and twos…. and unmarked bathrooms….. But seriously they did a good job with Nectar, completely different from Rocket Bar, very nice high end bar, my biggest gripe is the price points, $4 beer is pretty rough, it’s 16 oz, but still, this is the lou….. All in all, a great night! The bottle service helped me almost go blind from the vodka…….. Chatted it up with a girl I hadn’t seen in awhile, our group moved the after party back to the Chase were the Grey Goose flowed like water……… Around 4am, the girl I had been talking to was on her phone for a long long time………. At that point, I ran out of steam…….. I tapped out like someone caught in the Walls of Jericho………. The quote of the after party was “I’m out, I can’t compete with the 4am booty call, I’m sticking with strippers and gambling, it hasn’t misled me so far………”

And with that, I’ve spent today catching up on missed tv and generally rehydrating……… Have a happy and safe fourth!!

So my weekend started on Thursday with the benefit happy hour for Cardinal Glennon Children’s Hospital. $35, all you can drink and food, not a bad deal…… Hanging out with the usual suspects, the night was good. One memorable quote from George was “If he is not me, he is gay.” After 8000 Bud Selects, we decide to go with Ro’s idea and check out Lemoncello, Ro neglected to tell us it was not open yet……… We end up at the Indian restaurant next door, the food was awesome, everyone had ordered water or soda, I ordered a soda, but got talked into trying an Indian Beer, it was good, but came in a rather large bottle…….. I felt bad though because we got there around closing time and they beyond accomodated us…….. but one of the girls with us was talking on her cell phone and said in a loud voice “Yeah, we are at an Indian Restaurant, the food isn’t that good…….” I was like, “Son of a………” Needless to say I left a good tip, went home, curled up and died………. Friday was Round II, on Thursday night, in our drunkeness, we had volunteered Ro’s house to go over to and BBQ……… So Friday after a much needed lunch of greasy burger with George, I call Ro and she tells me the dinner is on. So me, George and Amy all decend to Ro’s house. George was bringing the steaks, Amy was handling the stratches and I of course took care of the booze…….. It was a good night, food was awesome and I must say the chocolate martinis rocked! The blue concoction I created was pretty rough, it would have been fine if we had chilled it, better luck next time I guess……… The night ended with a game of Cranium, me and Ro pretty much got our ass handed to us, it was brutual, but fun……. Though having to hum Opps I did it again really did blew chickens…… Saturday brought a new day, it started with walking Bailey and Roger through Forest Park. Jayne was having troubles with Roger, he ran out of energy and didn’t want to walk anymore, Bailey held up ok, slept well when we got back. That night I had a wedding to attend and the reception at the Jewel Box. Good times had by all, I called it a night after the reception ended. Sunday was another day of fun filled activities. I started off at Syberg’s for a bloody mary and chicken fingers, met a few friends and went to the cardinals game. It was my job to keep my one buddy out of the house all day, as his wife was setting up for his surprise bday party. it went off without a hitch, he was really surprised! We were all sweaty messes from the game, I spent a couple hours at the party before calling it a day………. I think I’m going to stay in all this week, my liver needs the break!!!

This would be a great Hallmark Holiday!

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