Holy shit.
So...the last time I went to a bar was about three years ago. Actually, it's been about that time since I went to any kind of social situation I didn't have control over. That said, even when I did go out, I swore I would NEVER go to Chilkoot Charlie's. I was under the assumption that I would get my ass beat within the first five minutes.
Yesterday I got some kind of bug up my ass and needed to take a risk.
This was the first time ever in a bar where I didn't clam up and retreat into a corner avoiding eye-contact with people.
I had an awful lot of fun, actually.
Proof!:
(http://i848.photobucket.com/albums/ab46/Altyvision/036a551b.jpg)
Why yes, that IS an awful lot of underwear.
(http://i848.photobucket.com/albums/ab46/Altyvision/7fd4febf.jpg)
The original Bird House got its ass burned to the GROUND. I wonder why. There was sawdust all over the floor of its bite-sized version within Koots.
Also,
(http://i848.photobucket.com/albums/ab46/Altyvision/d9329fc9.jpg)
LOOK at that thing. That fucker could flush a whole...well, a whole ME if it came down to it.
FUN!