Pub Crawl

Before we get to the Saturday *surprise* birthday festivities, let me recap last Thursday’s actual birthday night event. Given my choice of any plan – I opted for a pub crawl in the neighborhood:

• Who knew that Rita lived in Tin Pan Alley? No joke, there are like 14 bars within walking distance of her house. I knew I moved out here for a reason.
• Next year, I think we'll introduce food at stop 2 and not stop 13
• The Irish drinking song “Whiskey in The Jar” must come with the juke box starter kit – because we played it at EVERY single bar we went to. Someone put so many quarters into the jukebox at the The Ould Sod that it’s STILL playing there.
• My mom’s visit to San Diego is now planned
• You know it was a good night when members of your party are alternatively doing the moonwalk and a two-step (neither one being location-appropriate at the time, but no matter). It does look a little funny to see your neighbor moonwalking to Whiskey in the Jar, but the girl with the pool glove kind of liked it.
• Tell me again how Joe and Emily ended up entangled in the boot of that Audi? I might be wrong – but I think they came out wearing each others’ shirts.
• The pool hall was a particularly interesting stop. It spawned its own mini-list:

1. Ummm, do NOT challenge the woman with her own pool cue to a game of pool a) you’ll lose b) she thinks it’s flirting
2. I’ve been to a pool bar or two in my day (I am from Southern Indiana, afterall) and didn’t even know they MADE pool gloves. It’s like a glove for only your index finger & thumb – so as to leave your other fingers free & clear to grip your beer
3. Where else can you get an hour’s (or hours) worth of entertainment for 75 cents?