Thursday, January 3, 2008

NEW YEAR'S RE-CAP

I mentioned before that this past weekend was an interesting one on a number of levels. Between a wedding, a Sunday afternoon of debauchery, and New Year's Eve, I've got enough stories to fill a book. But I will spare you with most of the gory details and hit with some of the highlights that made this weekend a memorable one.

Let's start with the Wedding of the Year. Our own MR. LOW-KEY finally proposed to his lovely fiancee and once that took place, the countdown began. The first few months were carefree ones for LOW-KEY as he more or less went with the flow. Next thing you know it's December and the wedding was right around the corner. To his credit, he kept his courage up until the very last few days, though it started to become obvious that the nerves were starting to twitch just a bit. Long story short, he made it to the wedding, got hitched to his girl and made it to the reception, all in one piece. I'm really happy for the both of them and I'm pretty sure he's very happy too.

Things got interesting for me during the reception as I found my phone blowing up every five minutes. Now here I am, away from the bar for the first time on a Sunday in god-knows-when, and what happens? I end up getting play-by-play text messages from various members of the BREW CREW.

It turns out that while yours truly was away, the bar was turning into hell-in-a-handbasket. Normally I don't like to write about specific incidents unless I witnessed them firsthand; however, I can say that based on the numerous text messages I received (I had to empty my mailbox three separate times), between SILENT BOB, HASH BROWNIE, ANGEL, NAPOLEON DYNAMITE, REDSKINS GIRL, BABY GIRL, AFRIKA BAMBATTA and T-BILL, I was in stitches as the bar was part comedy show and part drama central. It was pretty funny up until I got a text message from FRENCHY that said the following:

"Dude.... It's pure mayhem in the bar. The bar looks like a bomb hit it. Brew Crew are a drunken mess and they are looting the place."

I freaked out.

(he sent me another text five minutes later saying that he was kidding about everything he wrote in the previous message.... except for the Brew Crew being a drunken mess- which apparently was true).

By the time I got back from the wedding, the Brew Crew was long gone; however, they were replaced with a bar filled with European tourists, which brought about it's own set of intriguing issues. Long story short, I ended up changing outfits and jumping behind the bar (keep in mind that I had quite a few Captain and Cokes in me). What was a long day turned into a long day AND night. By the time I finished washing what seemed like 1,000 glasses and turned out the lights for the night, it was close to three a.m. Ugh.


NEXT: New Year's Eve


OH AND ONE MORE THING: Yes, it's 13 degrees as of 8 am. You are not seeing things- it is 13 FREAKIN' degrees outside!!!!!!


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