Another bar opened in the Arlington Highlands a few weeks ago. It is called the BlackFinn and it is supposed to be and american saloon.
The place was alright. The drinks seemed a little overpriced but it was ok because they had a live band and a lot of different types of beer for sale.
A group of 20 us went to this event. I dont know why, but latley it seems that if my friends and I go out in a group, it is usually a really big group that will be almost impossible to be seated with each other. Somehow, we do make it work each time though.
We did get to meet the sales manager of the Black Finn and she bought us all a round of shots, which was very genrous of her.
After awhile, we left the place because it was getting too busy and it seemed forever to our drink order in. We all then went to a place called Fat Daddy's in Mansfield. It was a pretty big place. When you first walk in it does seem like you are going to a strip club. Oh, and that night was Cougar night apparently. And nothing is more fun than a drunk cougar!
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
St. Patty's Day: Part 2
This is the real St. Patty's Day. I spent the night at Gilligan's for their annual St. Patty's Day Patio Block Party with a group of friends like I every year. It is a tradition for our group of friends.
Basically, Gilligan's gets several big tents that have bars in them and they have live music indoors and outdoors as well. Since tons of people come to this event, the shut down the parking lot across and the street that separates the two from each other.
The evening also became a mini reunion of sorts for me. I ran into some old friends that I have not seen since high school and hung out with them for awhile. It was pretty cool, because even though we haven't seen each other in almost 10 years, we were in contact through facebook or myspace.
Now, I don't remember much of the evening because it happened two weeks ago and I am just now updating this blog. What I do remember was this group of kids that came out on the main stage and do an Irish dance for everyone. The kids were pretty good and one of them was the North American National Champion of Irish Dancing.
The night ended for me around 1 because this was the first St. Patty's Day where I had to work the next day. And that next day was horrible for me. I just sat at me computer all day and just tried my hardest to look busy and not get sick. Mission Accomplished!
Basically, Gilligan's gets several big tents that have bars in them and they have live music indoors and outdoors as well. Since tons of people come to this event, the shut down the parking lot across and the street that separates the two from each other.
The evening also became a mini reunion of sorts for me. I ran into some old friends that I have not seen since high school and hung out with them for awhile. It was pretty cool, because even though we haven't seen each other in almost 10 years, we were in contact through facebook or myspace.
Now, I don't remember much of the evening because it happened two weeks ago and I am just now updating this blog. What I do remember was this group of kids that came out on the main stage and do an Irish dance for everyone. The kids were pretty good and one of them was the North American National Champion of Irish Dancing.
The night ended for me around 1 because this was the first St. Patty's Day where I had to work the next day. And that next day was horrible for me. I just sat at me computer all day and just tried my hardest to look busy and not get sick. Mission Accomplished!
St. Patty's Day
This year's St. Patty's Day was awesome. It actually started the Saturday before St. Patty's Day in Lower Greenville in Dallas. My friend Austin and I took the TRE and met up Jenn, Laura, David and a bunch of other people as well.
We missed the parade by only about 20 minutes, but all of the streets that were used for the parade were still closed down so people could just roam freely though out the day. One of the many cool things about this holiday is that you can just go to any 7-11, but some beer and just walk around drinking in public like it is no big deal. And that is exactly what we did.
As the day went on, and our 7-11 beers were getting us in the way of getting into real bars, we decided to check out some of the local bands that were playing through out the day at bars.
I don't remember what bar it was, but it did have a huge pirate ship float in front of it with tons of people in pirate costumes and looking to spray people with the cannon full of silly string and glitter. Inside, they had a pretty kick ass Red Hot Chili Peppers cover band that really seemed to know what they were doing.
After watching some more college alt-rock bands hoping to be signed and leave their horrible day jobs at taco bell, we decided to hit the other side of lower greenville where there were more bars and house parties as well.
The group of us went to some random house party and just played Foosball and decided that it was really boring, mainly because we are all equally horrible at the stupid game. We went bar hoping some more and and saw a really intense fight between some drunk guy in his mid-twenties thinking that he could take on the entire Dallas Police force. He obviously lost.
The day went well until we missed the last train home and had to call for a ride home from Austin's dad at 3 in morning. He greeted us with a big "get your dumb ass in the car and shut up". I felt like I was in high school all over again.
Of course, the night ended at IHOP after drinking since noon. I was pissed when I found out that they got rid of the All You Can Eat Special though.
We missed the parade by only about 20 minutes, but all of the streets that were used for the parade were still closed down so people could just roam freely though out the day. One of the many cool things about this holiday is that you can just go to any 7-11, but some beer and just walk around drinking in public like it is no big deal. And that is exactly what we did.
As the day went on, and our 7-11 beers were getting us in the way of getting into real bars, we decided to check out some of the local bands that were playing through out the day at bars.
I don't remember what bar it was, but it did have a huge pirate ship float in front of it with tons of people in pirate costumes and looking to spray people with the cannon full of silly string and glitter. Inside, they had a pretty kick ass Red Hot Chili Peppers cover band that really seemed to know what they were doing.
After watching some more college alt-rock bands hoping to be signed and leave their horrible day jobs at taco bell, we decided to hit the other side of lower greenville where there were more bars and house parties as well.
The group of us went to some random house party and just played Foosball and decided that it was really boring, mainly because we are all equally horrible at the stupid game. We went bar hoping some more and and saw a really intense fight between some drunk guy in his mid-twenties thinking that he could take on the entire Dallas Police force. He obviously lost.
The day went well until we missed the last train home and had to call for a ride home from Austin's dad at 3 in morning. He greeted us with a big "get your dumb ass in the car and shut up". I felt like I was in high school all over again.
Of course, the night ended at IHOP after drinking since noon. I was pissed when I found out that they got rid of the All You Can Eat Special though.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
My 26th Bday
Well, I turned 26 the other day and I had a pretty damn good birthday party this year. About 20 of friends and I all met at the Reata Rooftop Bar in downtown Fort Worth and drunk like crazy underage kids. The night was really good because all of my friends got along with each other and there was no drama at all (well, as far as I know there wasn't).
We stayed at the Reata Bar for awhile and then decided to go to Pete's Dueling Piano Bar next. Everyone was excited to go, but the bouncer of the place was a huge douche bag. He wanted to charge us 100 bucks to get in plus the $7 per person when we got to the door for the entrance fee. Everyone realized that this guy was some sort of a Nazi, so we all went to Dirty Murphy's next door instead.
That was one hell of a decision, because the Wild Turkey: American Honey Girls were there giving away free shots of their product. We were only supposed to have one shot a piece, but everyone gathered around so quickly that no one knew who got a shot and who didn't.
After about a few hours later and also when the Shot Girls cut us off, we went to the Library next. Now, I do not remember much of this particular bar. The only thing I do remember is that Boj bought me a shot and that was it. The next thing I know is that I am waking up on Paul and Katie's couch in Bedford.
Granted, I did feel like hell that Sunday, but the night before was completely worth it. It was a great way to turn 26.
We stayed at the Reata Bar for awhile and then decided to go to Pete's Dueling Piano Bar next. Everyone was excited to go, but the bouncer of the place was a huge douche bag. He wanted to charge us 100 bucks to get in plus the $7 per person when we got to the door for the entrance fee. Everyone realized that this guy was some sort of a Nazi, so we all went to Dirty Murphy's next door instead.
That was one hell of a decision, because the Wild Turkey: American Honey Girls were there giving away free shots of their product. We were only supposed to have one shot a piece, but everyone gathered around so quickly that no one knew who got a shot and who didn't.
After about a few hours later and also when the Shot Girls cut us off, we went to the Library next. Now, I do not remember much of this particular bar. The only thing I do remember is that Boj bought me a shot and that was it. The next thing I know is that I am waking up on Paul and Katie's couch in Bedford.
Granted, I did feel like hell that Sunday, but the night before was completely worth it. It was a great way to turn 26.
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Golfing
On Saturday morning, bright and early at 7:30 a.m., Austin, Cale, Paul, and I went golfing at Lake Arlington Golf Course. To be the best at golf, one should get pleanty of rest and abstain from any type of alcohol the night before. Not one of us did that.
The night before, I went to a baseball game and then meet up with Paul, Katie, and Chanel at Paul's house. The plan was originally just to have a couple of drinks, play some Wii, and then go to bed. Obviously, this did not happen. The four of us, mainly Paul and I, drank like crazy while trying to learn how to play Mario Kart on Wii. And instead of going to bed early like planned, we passed out around 4 am. So we only had a couple of hours to get ready for an awesome day of golf. Being there at 7:30 a.m. was probably was one of the toughest things that we did that morning.
Austin, Cale, Paul, and I know that we are no Tiger Woods, so we decided just to go and have fun and play a scramble instead of all of us going against each other. We decieded that the teams would be Austin and Cale versus Paul and I. Everything was going great until the incident occured.
After we had tee'ed off on the 10th hole and Paul and I were looking for our golf balls, a group of 4 4o year old d-bags starting to tee off themselves. Again, we were on the 10th hole and these guys were justing starting on the 1st hole. There is no way in hell that anyone could confuse the 10th hole green with the 1st hole green. It just couldn't happen at all.
Paul and I were completly visisble to everyone around use and only near our green. 2 of the 4 guys that were starting there day on the 1st hole were just stupid jackasses. As Paul and I were looking for where the golf balls landed, a rogue gold ball came right at use. It landed only a few feet away from us. Paul and I were looking for where the ball came from but thought one of the 4 guys just hit a bad shot. Then moments later, another rogue ball came right at us.
The rule in golf is that if a person hits a golf ball and goes near anyone at all, that person who hit the ball is required to yell "fore" or something to warn people that a ball is coming in their general direction. This never occured when those guys were taking there shots and this is when Paul loses it.
Now, Paul is a level headed guy, but if you piss him off, you are asking for some trouble. Right after the second ball was shot near us, Paul just got up and walked toward the 4 guys holding up two fingers (one finger for each of the 2 balls that were shot at us). Since I wasn't right next to Paul when he let out a barrage of explicitives mixed with some random adjectives and verbs, but his body language showed that he may have been pretty pissed off about what just occured.
After Paul gave the 2 shitty golfers a 3 minute verbal beating, we returned to play golf and finished the game about an hour and a half later. I know that we would have finished the game a little earlier but we did play around with the golf carts, where we learned that the carts can actually eject someone if you turn the cart around way too fast.
Austin and Cale beat Paul and I by only a few dozen strokes, but it was a good game anyway.
The night before, I went to a baseball game and then meet up with Paul, Katie, and Chanel at Paul's house. The plan was originally just to have a couple of drinks, play some Wii, and then go to bed. Obviously, this did not happen. The four of us, mainly Paul and I, drank like crazy while trying to learn how to play Mario Kart on Wii. And instead of going to bed early like planned, we passed out around 4 am. So we only had a couple of hours to get ready for an awesome day of golf. Being there at 7:30 a.m. was probably was one of the toughest things that we did that morning.
Austin, Cale, Paul, and I know that we are no Tiger Woods, so we decided just to go and have fun and play a scramble instead of all of us going against each other. We decieded that the teams would be Austin and Cale versus Paul and I. Everything was going great until the incident occured.
After we had tee'ed off on the 10th hole and Paul and I were looking for our golf balls, a group of 4 4o year old d-bags starting to tee off themselves. Again, we were on the 10th hole and these guys were justing starting on the 1st hole. There is no way in hell that anyone could confuse the 10th hole green with the 1st hole green. It just couldn't happen at all.
Paul and I were completly visisble to everyone around use and only near our green. 2 of the 4 guys that were starting there day on the 1st hole were just stupid jackasses. As Paul and I were looking for where the golf balls landed, a rogue gold ball came right at use. It landed only a few feet away from us. Paul and I were looking for where the ball came from but thought one of the 4 guys just hit a bad shot. Then moments later, another rogue ball came right at us.
The rule in golf is that if a person hits a golf ball and goes near anyone at all, that person who hit the ball is required to yell "fore" or something to warn people that a ball is coming in their general direction. This never occured when those guys were taking there shots and this is when Paul loses it.
Now, Paul is a level headed guy, but if you piss him off, you are asking for some trouble. Right after the second ball was shot near us, Paul just got up and walked toward the 4 guys holding up two fingers (one finger for each of the 2 balls that were shot at us). Since I wasn't right next to Paul when he let out a barrage of explicitives mixed with some random adjectives and verbs, but his body language showed that he may have been pretty pissed off about what just occured.
After Paul gave the 2 shitty golfers a 3 minute verbal beating, we returned to play golf and finished the game about an hour and a half later. I know that we would have finished the game a little earlier but we did play around with the golf carts, where we learned that the carts can actually eject someone if you turn the cart around way too fast.
Austin and Cale beat Paul and I by only a few dozen strokes, but it was a good game anyway.
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