Here is just a taste of the crawl. I went as a two person toga party with Porter. It was TONS of fun. There were boy scouts and nurses and my sister went as an identity crisis. We lasted through seven or eight bars… maybe more… I don’t remember… before we caught a taxi home. All of our favorite “met them on the pub crawl” people were there…. Beaver Boy, the soccer players… We made new friends with the guy who went as Sexy and another guy who went as one of the Crazy 88 from Kill Bill. It was just too awesome to even continue going on about.
Things I didn’t remember until someone told me or I it discovered in the shower:
1. The random black and blue mark on my tricep. It is in such a place that I have to contort my body to see it in the mirror.
2. The scratch that was on my upper arm. The scratch ran from my shoulder to my tricep. Don’t know where that came from.
3. Kissing Porter’s roommate on the cheek. He was a kissing booth for goodness sake’s, but I only vaguely remember what happened.
4. Porter biting someone’s ear. Not hard. Or at least I don’t think so, but she only vaguely remembers and I don’t remember at all.
5. How many phone calls I made to the big A, who ended up working and not being able to come with us. To be honest, I still don’t know how many phone calls, but maybe someday he will tell me. I just hope the messages were decent and I mean decent in the no mention of anything remotely sexual or perverse.
6. How many shots of Goldschalger were consumed. But I think we have a count of three each. Plus a shot of tequila.
My new favorite saying: “Gin. It is so good. And yet so bad.” or “Gin. It is like a thousand flowers in your mouth fighting over which one gets to make you puke.”
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