Halfway home I get a text from one of my buddies about watching the HEAT game in a bar and checking out the new John Carter flick. Not exactly how you would expect a few dudes to spend a Friday night but in this instance, it sounded just right, so I agreed.
I hurried home and got ready. The game had already started so we had to hurry. I made a vodka-soda in a jug and split it into four when I got in the car. We were meeting up with one other buddy (married) in The Grove (strip of bars). We get to our destination bar and to our surprise: A-It's slammed, B-There is no HEAT game and there is some trivia game playing over the loudspeaker. Basically, the exact opposite of what we were looking for.
We quickly move on to the next closest bar, a quiet empty place with a few beer pong tables. Perfect for our situation. We rack the tables and go through a few pitchers. Somehow, the married guy has gotten into a heated debate with his wife as to why she couldn't join us. He was drunk and the best thing that came to mind was that this was a "guys night". So he rode that ship all the way home. A few bars later I managed to lose myself in the grove, take a few jager bombs (so much for no shots) and still make it to the movie five minutes early. I was the only one there. My three buddies strolled in about 15 minutes into the movie armed with a few beers, a jug of popcorn and a bottle of wine. While attempting to sit down, my buddy bumped the gentlemen in front of us and the kind sir wasted no time in voicing his disapproval. "Don't touch my chair again" he demanded with a slight southern grawl. My inebriated compadre replied immediately. He leaned forward pushing his face right in front of the gentleman's and said "Hey buddy, wrong guy".
Now I want to take a moment and paint a picture on what is going on here. We are four guys, drunk as all hell sitting in a movie theater playing John Carter (a Disney movie), about to get into a fight with some dudes for bumping into their chair. There are only eight people in the theater. All of us are wearing 3-D glasses. Had this had gone down, there are at least two things I could have crossed off my bucket list. Luckily the gentleman just turned in his seat and halfway into the movie my boys passed out. The highlight of the night came later when one of my buddies dropped his real glasses into the return bin instead of the 3-D glasses. It's pretty funny watching a guy trying to find his glasses, when he cant see. We all made it home a short while later , my stomach still hurting from the laughter. For an impromptu guys night out, it was one of the better ones we have had.
We quickly move on to the next closest bar, a quiet empty place with a few beer pong tables. Perfect for our situation. We rack the tables and go through a few pitchers. Somehow, the married guy has gotten into a heated debate with his wife as to why she couldn't join us. He was drunk and the best thing that came to mind was that this was a "guys night". So he rode that ship all the way home. A few bars later I managed to lose myself in the grove, take a few jager bombs (so much for no shots) and still make it to the movie five minutes early. I was the only one there. My three buddies strolled in about 15 minutes into the movie armed with a few beers, a jug of popcorn and a bottle of wine. While attempting to sit down, my buddy bumped the gentlemen in front of us and the kind sir wasted no time in voicing his disapproval. "Don't touch my chair again" he demanded with a slight southern grawl. My inebriated compadre replied immediately. He leaned forward pushing his face right in front of the gentleman's and said "Hey buddy, wrong guy".
Now I want to take a moment and paint a picture on what is going on here. We are four guys, drunk as all hell sitting in a movie theater playing John Carter (a Disney movie), about to get into a fight with some dudes for bumping into their chair. There are only eight people in the theater. All of us are wearing 3-D glasses. Had this had gone down, there are at least two things I could have crossed off my bucket list. Luckily the gentleman just turned in his seat and halfway into the movie my boys passed out. The highlight of the night came later when one of my buddies dropped his real glasses into the return bin instead of the 3-D glasses. It's pretty funny watching a guy trying to find his glasses, when he cant see. We all made it home a short while later , my stomach still hurting from the laughter. For an impromptu guys night out, it was one of the better ones we have had.
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