Things D Did While Drinking

(This was written early Friday morning, in case the structure is hazy)

I went to my first bachelor party last night. It was fun. We met up, distributed t-shirts, went to Five Guys for burgers (I got the classic grilled cheese with bacon), went to play three games of Laser Quest (I got 3rd once, 2nd twice), drove to the Old City, decided instead to drive to Electric Cowboy practically back where we started, and finally drove all the way to Turkey Creek and a bar... I forget the name.

(At Laser Quest, the 2nd and 3rd games were confusing. Robbie and I decided to team up for the first one, but at the end of the game P had... nearly 500 points, while 2nd place had 130. It took all of our scores combined to beat his, and even then only narrowly. So the third game we didn't try silly teams, and Robbie won, and I took second. Take that, people who decided that hiding in the tower was a productive thing to do.)

There I had a Guinness I could drink nice and slow (I could've spent the entire hour nursing it), and D had four drinks. A minty combination, a fruity combination, a mudslide, and something clear. There was a choir there, and they sang a lot of church music. D put in a request for We Three Kings, and then they belted out after singing Carol of the Bells (I kept thinking, "That's a West Wing song!" from the episode that Josh Lyman goes through PTSD to the sound of ringing bells, a few episodes into the second season. Stunning.)

After that, we went to Wild Wings. Live music until 1 AM, lots of drinking, girls for the single guys (or singlehearted) to glomp onto. D had six more. As he explained it, he was trying to get all of the colors of Voltron (he never ceased mentioning that). At drink 7, he made a record of all of the drinks he had, which sadly got lost, but I was surprised he could remember them all.

At first I had a Jack and Coke, and then after a long while I had a Fire and Ice. The latter was particularly scrumptious... it had Goldschlager, which smacks of cinnamon, but they also had what I think was peppermint schnapps. The overall effect was crisp, refreshing, and mildly intoxicating. I passed my time talking to others, and eventually keeping company with D when he had number 10 and was finished. It was like talking to a guy who is simultaneously aware he's drunk, has a faux British accent, and acts like the Godfather. He kept blessing people who worked at Firehouse with store chains, and kept saying, "Ah, Leslie, she could go far." It was interesting.

Anyway, I'm happy with how things went. Bar-hopping isn't really my scene at all; I much prefer what I did at the first place I went to, buying a beer and going at a pace where I would be done with it in at least an hour. That's probably the German in me. But I must say... if I were ever going to drink to get drunk, I would probably choose similar drinks as D did.