Wash, Rinse, Repeat

So I seem to have developed a strange habit. OK, to be honest I have a lot of strange habits, but I developed a couple new ones apparently. The first one is that couples that stay at the hotel like to go out drinking and drag me along with them as a tour guide. By the way, I'm a really shitty tour guide; it's hard to see much when you stop at every bar along the way. On second thought, maybe that makes me the best tour guide around, or at least the drunkest. The second new habit is that I somehow manage to find (usually without help) the only girl in the bar that's there on her 21 run. It's like I have a gift for finding girls who need to be drunker.

So yesterday a couple from Alabama, accent and all, decided we needed to go drinking. Being the agreeable man that I am, I went with them. Started at Nabob with a couple games of pool, a Yaze and tonic, and three beers. Moved down to some place next to Peso's I don't remember the name of where we took some shots that were Jager dropped into Washington Apples. Afterwards we wandered down to Hula Hula and got Mai Tais.

Now, look, I drank a LOT of Mai Tais in Hawaii and these people make theirs way too strong to taste right. On the other hand it was perfectly strong enough to get me fucked up, which is always a good thing. Apparently, karoke (however the fuck you spell it) is still popular with the wrong kind of crowd. How is it that the favored form of torture by the Chinese has become such a huge thing for drunks to enjoy? However it happened, I hate it. Anyways, as I turned around to watch the morons "perform", a girl that looked a lot like the mistake from Hawaii (the one that later became prom queen) decided to make fun of my drink. I'll admit that the glass it comes in is a little girly, but the drink is great. I explained this to the girl, and of course fell into a conversation with her about drinking and such. She pointed out that I had vastly superior knowledge seeing as how this was her 21st birthday. When she went to the bathroom, her friends decided to ambush me (again) and point out that they weren't going to let me take her home. Normally I would see this as a challenge, but I did have two yokels to take care of so I let it be and shortly after we wandered off to the next bar on the line.

Actually, the next bar in the line was actually back to the first bar, Nabob. Apparently by this point in time I was a little drunk so the rest of it is a little blurry, but still amussing. When we got in I pretty much immediately ditched the hicks and wandered down to talk to the bartender and some random chick sitting down at the end of the bar. I really wish I could remember if she was hot, but having checked back the next day I know she was. At some point in time the Alabamans left, but I somehow managed to say in the bar until about 230 am, and smoked a lot in there. Eventually the bartender told me it was time to bounce, so off I went. Let me tell you, the hangover was totally worth it. Tomorrow I'll write up the story about last night, maybe.