The other day, Austin, Cale, Paul and I went to the driving range to hit some golf balls and just hang out really. We went to the Arlington Golf Center because not only do they half a large driving range facility, but they also have miniature putting course and 1 dollar beers as well. The other three are extremely talented when it comes to golf. I am not. The most retarded kid at the Special Olympics is probably better than I am at golf.
One of the most memorable things about that night happened when we left the golf course to go to a bar called Caves. Now, Paul has been drinking for some time because he spent his day at the Rangers game while the rest of us have to work on Thursdays.
I have never seen Paul so drunk (in public before). As Paul and I were walking out of Caves to meet some people in the parking lot, Paul completely misjudged were his feet were and just bit it.
Caves does not have the best parking lot in the area, mainly because of all of the pot holes that have grown over the year to make it resembled the surface of the moon.
Anyway, as Paul fell, he collapsed into on of the largest potholes that was filled with water. He quickly became a drunk person with dry clothes to a drunk person who is now soaked with water while rolling around in the dirty trying to get out of the massive pothole.
Paul finally got out of the water hazard that is know as the Cave's parking lot. The poor kid had no clue what was going and and started to take off his shirt and hat and just throw them on random cars in the parking lot.
We finally ended the night by me taking him home to a somewhat angered wife named Katie and a after a quick visit to Taco Bell. I only ordered two tacos while Paul had 2 Nacho Supreme Burritos, 2 Double Supreme Chile Cheese Burritos, and 4 tacos. He texted me the next day and said that food was obviously a bad decision, not only for him, but for Katie as well.
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