I was bored the other night and I decided to log into my old Myspace account.  I don’t even know how I managed to remember the password but I did.  So I noticed that I wrote a blog on there and I started re-reading the entries.  I was quite witty!  Nevertheless, I stumbled upon a blog post that my friend wrote and I added comments.  I had almost forgotten about this night until I read this.  I just had to repost it!  Ah, the fun times we had…

January 28, 2007

I had to repost this exactly as Mike had it. There is no way that I could’ve made it any better! Keep in mind, this is Mike’s rendition.

I’ll comment in parenthesis below:

“From the beginning, tonight was destined for the history books…

I hadn’t gone out in two weeks, and was long overdue for a night at the bar. Also, I hadn’t hung out with Stacy in over a month, so I was really looking forward to tonight’s events, whatever they may be. ”
(I haven’t gone out in awhile either. Also I was going to go to PA this weekend. Imagine if I had!)

“Stacy arrives at my house and I get in the car. We start to back out the driveway and the car won’t move. Bad sign. The car will go forward, but not in reverse. After about 15 minutes of trying to figure out what’s wrong with it, we decide just to push it out of the driveway and be on our way.”
(I kept creeping closer and closer to the beginning of the driveway too. Thus making us have to push the damn thing farther)


“It must have taken another 15 minutes to push the car out of the driveway, as there were only two of us and I am a weakling. “
(We were exhausted!)

“Finally we get the car in the street and go on our way. We decided to go to Island Way because we could park in the neighboring parking lot without having to reverse. We park the car and go inside (after a long walk to the door from the parking spot).”
(and in the cold, no less)


“Upon entering Island Way, I noticed an old “friend” of mine sitting in a booth. This “friend” and I no longer speak for reasons I’m not sure of. I have my theories, but I’ll keep them to myself…let’s just say we were good friends throughout high school and after, but one thing let to another, things got physical, and someone couldn’t deal with it. I know we saw each other. I also saw the old white lady he was with (who was hugging and hanging all over him…gross). A few minutes later he switched seats with her so he was on the inside of the booth. A while later I noticed they left. I figured he’d leave. That’s what he did last time I saw him in a bar…he ran away, fearing confrontation.”
(I kept trying to covertly look over and make them uncomfortable but I think my efforts went unnoticed)


“Stacy and I looked around the bar for somewhere to sit, and noticed the only seats available were at a small table against a wall in a corner where we were basically cut off from the rest of the bar.”
(EVERY TIME we go here, we look like outcasts. The people look at us as if we just said that Lynard Skynard was mediocre or that Tupac deserved what he got)

“After all this, I realized that I needed to hit the ATM if I wanted to drink anything. I go back to the ATM and see that it’s out of order. Another bad sign. Thankfully, Stacy fronted me the money for my drinks as long as we could stop at an ATM on the way home.”
(see how nice I am!!!)

“Now, when you arrive at a bar at around 10:30, you’d think nobody would be completely wasted yet. I was wrong. It seemed like nobody was coherent. Come on, people. Don’t go to a bar at 8 PM and think you’re going to last till 2 AM. It’s not going to happen. You’ll be kicked out long before then because one, you’re puking everywhere, two, you’re getting into a fight with someone, or three, you’re just being way too obnoxious. After a few drinks and a couple obnoxious girls trying to use our ashtray without saying “excuse me,” we decided to leave.”
(the one literally shoved me and asked if she could set her drink on our table!)


“Making it to the front door seemed like trying to get off the sinking Titanic, and like a dumbass, I lit a cigarette before trying to get through the crowd. We get up to the front door and I run into the other Mike from work. As he’s shaking my hand I accidentally jammed my cigarette into his arm. Fortunately, he didn’t realize his sleeve was on fire. I patted out the sparks and continued to the front door. I’ll have to apologize to him for that at work tomorrow.”
(this was hilarious to watch)

“The bouncers stopped us at the front door and told us we needed to go out the back door, because there were too many people trying to get in the front. So, after all that shit, we had to make our way back to where we started and go out the back door. The walk back to the car quickly turned into a scene from Indiana Jones. There was a ditch in the area between parking lots that had iced over from the cold weather. Instead of walking around it, Stacy and I decide to jump over it. I swear, the thing seemed like a ravine mid-jump. I made it across, but just HAD to see if I could do it again. I first checked the water in it to make sure it was completely iced over, which it was and jumped back over it. Thankfully, I made it across both times.”
(After all this, we looked over and saw that we only had to walk an extra 2 feet to walk around it. Such fools…)

“We get in the car, go to Wawa to use the ATM, and Stacy takes me home. It was such a fun night, but looking back, any normal person would have given up when the car didn’t go in reverse. Not us, however, that challenge just made it more fun…”

(That it did. We could never be called normal!)