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Date Added: 2000-05-22 |
Well, it started on the last day of Spring Break, 1998. I had just flew back into Birmingham from New York where I had been home for the week. As I was returning from the airport, I noticed a few of my friends standing outside in front of a local gas station. Since I hadn't seen them in a while, I stopped. I asked them what they were about to do, and one of them told me that they knew this place that we all could go to where we could drink as much free liquor as we wanted, because he worked for the guy that ran the place. Well, being the drunk that I am, I joined their alcohol expedition, and we headed back to Birmingham... When we got to the place, I immediately noticed that it was one of those hole-in-the-wall type of places. Well anyway, the owner runs outside and tells us to come ahead inside, because everything's on the house..."hell yeah!" I thought, and we went in. So, I'm sitting at the bar with three of my friends now, and I tell the bartender to get me a Michelob Light and a shot of Jack. I killed it, and ended up drinking two more boilermakers after that. Being blinded my the thought of free drinks, I never paid any attention to the fact that the bartender was a 6 foot, 300 lb. black guy wearing a skin-tight pink t-shirt...after getting a little buzzy and cutting up with my buds a bit, it finally took the sight of two guys making out in the corner for the four of us to realize just what the hell was going on...."Holy Jesus! We're in a gay bar!" I finally thought! After we recovered from the momentary disorientation, we decided that since (1) we were already there, (2) everything was free, and (3) everyone was leaving us alone, we decided to stay there and at least make the best out of it! So that's what we did. We got plastered. After 4 shots of 1/2 Jager and 1/2 Goldschlager, I muster up the courage to walk up to the owner and challenge him to a game of pool. If I lost, I had to pay my bar tab. If he lost, I got to take his brand-new 1998 Dodge Ram 4x4 out for a spin Downtown...to make a long story short, the cop that pulled me over let me go after I told him I was on my way back to the gay bar...after that, I vaguely remember sitting in a Waffle House, and waking up the next morning with a hangover from hell.
Author: Wade Tyler
E-Mail: wdupree@quicklink.net |
Submitted by: Ponche
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