It's the last few days of a month off work, and I'm closing my vacation like a champ. Thursday night was a good night at Jack Ash's. It's really hard to beat 26 beers on tap and $2 pint night
and it felt like we tried just about all of them. Me and Hector closed that place out and after grabbing a bite to eat I somehow ended up watching The Wolfman on my couch where I eventually passed out for the night. Fast forward to 9am Friday morning and there's a knock, knock at my door and a guy looking in my front window.
You know those first 10 seconds when you're awoken by something and you kinda don't know where you are, especially since you're waking up on your couch instead of your familiar bed? Yeah, that was me as I gave a long stare and a "Who the heck are you?" look to the guy looking in. Ah..
It's Hyland. Hyland is my buddy from work who had invited me to tag along to the Cowboys game this weekend with a couple guys from his station. He lives 3 hours away in Sugarland and every third day makes the trek into CC for work. He had just gotten off his shift that morning and since we were leaving to Dallas Saturday morning he had decided to stay in town Friday at my place. I was also supposed to meet him for breakfast that morning. "You pass out on your couch?" "Yeah, long night." "Yeah I figured when I called you for breakfast and you didn't answer."
(Best part about accidentally standing up one of your guy friends is that neither guy really cares as long as beer or chicks is the excuse.) "Oh yeah, sorry. $2 pint night at Jack Ash's last night." "Oh. Sweet."
[Problem solved] After I took a shower and finished waking up we made the decision to not do our usual all day / all night pub crawl like we usually do when he stays in town, but to instead take it easy today since that's basically what we were gonna do all weekend in Dallas leading up to the game. "Rich and Ruben want to have lunch at hooters at 1. After that I guess we can just come back here and chill, right?" Hyland says. "Sure," I say, "Sounds like a plan."
12 hours later we get home.
1 am.
So much for taking it easy.
We didn't spend the whole 12 hours at Hooters, but that doesn't really matter much does it? We hit Friday's and Recess
(pictured above) too. Those are paddle shots by the way. Drop the shot in the beer and down it kind of thing.
Mine was aight, but kinda weird tasting at the end. Woke up today, packed, and got to Station 1 at 11 to meet up with Markus and Owen and hit the road. Markus is the season ticket holder and he goes all out. We put our bags in his ride, step in, and there's a cooler full of beer on ice waiting.
And here we... go. 5 hours later we're in Dallas, checked in to our suites, and walking over to the conveniently placed Hooter's next door.
I mentioned this weekend was going to be a non-stop drink fest until the game right? God we were loud. Catt and KC were our extremely flirty and ultra fun bartenders, but to be honest we brought the fun. Drawing pictures on paper towels with crayons, starting the wave around the bar, Slow-80s-clapping and standing ovations every time KC would bend over just the right way, chants of "POUR THAT BEER! POUR THAT BEER!" every single time they walked over to the taps. Yeah,
We were a handful. But they loved us. And for whatever reason it's 334 am and I'm lying in my bed still awake. I better get some shut eye. It's an all day tailgating day tomorrow starting at noon at Cowboy Stadium ending with the game at 7 tomorrow night. One last weekend of craziness before work next week. Don't judge me. I'll be back to reality soon. Nite.
