Well, its that time of year again where you forget about all of the small stuff and focus on the one thing that matters the most: ME.
Before the main festivities even started, I went to Rahr's brewery with a couple of friends to and have a couple of drinks. We were there for a couple of hours and we then went to a hamburger joint called The Magnolia Motor Lounge where I had the best burger in the world. It was called the Highway Men. It was a regular hamburger but topped with a grilled piece of ham, a onion ring, and a quail egg. Best Burger Ever. It was now time for me to go and get ready for the night portion of the long day that is still ahead of me.
I didn't want to do much this year, like the previous years. Instead of roaming from bar to bar, I decided to meet a The Flying Saucer and spend the most of the night there. The Flying Saucer was pretty cool. A group of 25 of my friends sat in the downstairs patio section near the band.
As my friends were coming to the party, the area of tables we reserved was quickly diminishing. Pretty soon, it became standing room only but it really didn't make that much of a difference since almost everyone was switching seats with everyone else.
As the night grew on, the majority of the group was tired of the Saucer so we ended up going to Rick O'Shea's, a small bar that will never disappoint at all. From what I have been told by my friends, the rest of the night went like this: beer, beer, darts, shots, beer, the beginning of a story and suddenly trails of to nothingness, and repeat.
I stayed at P and K 's house that night with some of the other people from the party as well. We stayed up pretty late over there and enjoyed a late night trip to Whataburger and more beverages. Around 3, everyone quickly passed out to a documentary called Cat Dancers. If you have never seen that movie, don't watch after a night of drinking because it will haunt your dreams forever. Especially if you wake up in the middle of the movie and one of the main characters is covered in blood holding her husband and searching for the inbred tiger in the backyard that will eventually kill you as well.
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