|Adventures on 6th Street.
||[Nov. 26th, 2000|10:27 am]
Talk about uncharacteristic. James called at about 4:00 yesterday and invited me to have tacos at his apartment, with Sarah and Wes. So by 6:30, I was over there. We had tacos, watched a little Jurassic Park, and all was good. Then, around 8:30, for no particular reason, we went to 6th St. to drink.|
Now, I've been to 6th St. a couple of times, but I always just went to 1 bar, hung out for about an hour, and went home. This night, we did it "proper". We bar hopped, which is an absolute first in my book. We started at some place called the Daiquiri Factory.
Before we go any further, let me just say this. I wanted to get drunk and just stop thinking for awhile. I realize that that is the exact time when you probably shouldn't be drinking, but there you have it. So I started off with a drink called "Ecstasy", which is not a hip drug, but which basically masquerades a lot of Everclear in a yummy fruity drink. Wes and James played some insidious bar arcade game, and Sarah and I talked about life.
We then headed across the street. I didn't catch the name of the place because we were in it so fast. It was more of a spacious martini bar that played really bad music. Sarah and James knew someone who worked there, so they hooked us up. I had a Cubra Libra, which is effectively a rum and coke with lime. At this point we met some girl named Sharon, who was REALLY drunk. She liked our hats, or something. I'm not sure.
Sharon in tow, we wandered over to the Ritz. The details start to get a little fuzzy here. I think I had a White Russian. I'm just now remembering that after the Ritz we went to the Loft for a few minutes (which I've actually been to before), but it sucked, so we left. Actually, Sharon stayed on at the Loft. Also at some point, Sharon bought us all pizza, and I downed it without really even feeling it.
We went back to James and Sarah's place (Wes was more than okay to drive), and I crashed there.
So there you have it. A typical, young, Austin night of drinking and debauchery. An absolute first for me. Of course, I left out all the good bits (the conversations) because "you had to be there". How was it, you ask? I still "hate" bars, and for the most part I either hate the people in them, or they make me sad. However, I had a lot of fun with my friends, and it's nice to be out of your skull and have other people lead you around for awhile.
Basically, I regret nothing!