Beernik
Well-Known Member
At some point last night went from cool to weird. It started with the plan to go to a bar, watch the Syracuse vs Michigan game & then see my friend's band play after.
By the time the babysitter arrived, I was really looking forward to the evening. No more arguing 7 & 10 year olds to deal with and i could forget about my housemate's über manipulative ex-wife that had been texting me all day.
Fast forward... I'm at the bar watching the last 5 minutes of the game when another friend walks up to me, slaps a $50 in my hand and asks me to make her a hard cider for her birthday in October.
Awesome night.
The game gets over and my friend's band starts warming up. And then these ladies in spandex and capes show up. Well, except Wonder Woman didn't have spandex or a cape.
Ok, super hero night? Maybe.
A bunch of dudes in light-up plastic Viking helmets walk in the door.
Um.. Ok.
A couple luchadoras show up.
Seriously. Luchadoras.
I didn't realize I was crashing a super hero - Viking - luchador bar.
Friend's band is playing, beer is flowing, packed house -> good times.
Four songs into the first set, I **** you not, a dude in Superman underoos walks across the room.
I turn to my wife and housemate and ask, "Do you think they carded Superman at the door? And if so, where is he keeping it?"
My wife answers, "Wonder Woman is holding it for him."
You know, there are times I regret moving out of downtown and times I don't.
Tonight I experienced both.
By the time the babysitter arrived, I was really looking forward to the evening. No more arguing 7 & 10 year olds to deal with and i could forget about my housemate's über manipulative ex-wife that had been texting me all day.
Fast forward... I'm at the bar watching the last 5 minutes of the game when another friend walks up to me, slaps a $50 in my hand and asks me to make her a hard cider for her birthday in October.
Awesome night.
The game gets over and my friend's band starts warming up. And then these ladies in spandex and capes show up. Well, except Wonder Woman didn't have spandex or a cape.
Ok, super hero night? Maybe.
A bunch of dudes in light-up plastic Viking helmets walk in the door.
Um.. Ok.
A couple luchadoras show up.
Seriously. Luchadoras.
I didn't realize I was crashing a super hero - Viking - luchador bar.
Friend's band is playing, beer is flowing, packed house -> good times.
Four songs into the first set, I **** you not, a dude in Superman underoos walks across the room.
I turn to my wife and housemate and ask, "Do you think they carded Superman at the door? And if so, where is he keeping it?"
My wife answers, "Wonder Woman is holding it for him."
You know, there are times I regret moving out of downtown and times I don't.
Tonight I experienced both.