2nd Annual Pub Crawl

My dear friends, Vonda and Cheryl , and I went on our 2nd Annual Pub Crawl on the 17th. As always, fun was had by all and our stomachs hurt the next day (among other things) from laughing so hard. I decided to write down amusing quotes on a napkin but now as I'm reviewing it, I don't remember what some of them mean (shocker). Anywho, in most cases I tried to capture a picture that matched the quote. We always start at Fado's which is right next to Coors Field (where the Rockies (a baseball team) play). And by the way, this post is more for my sake and for Vonda and Cheryl so while it might not be entertaining to you, I had to share it with my peeps. So here goes...

After we (Cheryl and I...if you're wondering where Vonda is, read on) are seated, our waitress asks us if we want a Guinness. Cheryl's remark: "it's too hot for a Guinness." I'm still trying to figure out when it's ever too hot for a beer. What she meant was that a Guinness was too heavy at 2:00 on a toasty afternoon. So this is Cheryl, NOT drinking a Guinness.

Background: So we had met for dinner on the Wednesday night before our pub crawl (we have a traditional celebratory birthday dinner for each of our birthdays) and Cheryl asks if we're meeting at 2:30 for our pub crawl. Vonda and I yell at her that it's at 2:00...we've already talked about this. Cheryl and I took the light rail into downtown and got there promptly at 2:00. Sometime around 2:30, we call Vonda to see where she is. She says she thought it was at 2:30 and that she's just getting on the train (mind you she lives WAY south of downtown). Turns out she's lying, she's not even close to getting on the train. In her defense, she did have a lot going on however did we not just discuss this three days prior??

At one point she texts us and says she just got off the train and she's going to catch a cab to Fado's. Cheryl says "We're not in Vegas! Where does she think she's going to get a taxi?!" The "we're not in Vegas" quote got a lot of use that night...it applies to most everything. Look at what she's wearing, we're not in Vegas! Look at how drunk that person is, we're not in Vegas. You get the idea.

I know my watch is a little fuzzy so in case you can't read it (and just to rub it in), it says 3:45 which is when Vonda finally arrived. This is the infamous Robot Man. Maybe not so infamous since Vonda had never heard of him. And yes, I do believe that is his real hair...Dave and I saw him in a bar "off-duty" and the hair was there.

(Next stop, The Wynkoop)

"I need a beach."

So Cheryl's friends, T&J, got Cheryl a nifty purse holder. While Vonda and I sort of make fun of her, I'm slightly jealous that she had a place to hang her Burberry.

That's Coors Field in the background.

We took this picture because we couldn't figure out who in the hell Jack A. Weil was and what was so great about him that the city named a street after him. I just googled him and discovered that he is 107 years old and founded and is CEO (yes, still) of a Western clothing manufacturer. Well I'll be...I say at 107, he definitely deserves a street.

(Next stop, The Pour House)
On the way to The Pour House we were talking about living downtown and Vonda says "This is it! You walk out side and you're like 'this is it?'."

(Next stop, Maloney's)

Side note: Maloney's was Vonda's favorite bar in Phoenix when she was attending ASU and now there's one in Denver. Yeah! So I started playing this game "who would you rather" (I learned from favorite neighbor) and while I won't go into details of the game Vonda says "It's so hard to think of a name when you're trying to think of a name." As you'll see later, she's queen of obvious statements.

"Fireman!!"

So in the bathroom are a bunch of pretty cool sayings on the wall and Vonda comes out and decides to share one with us..."A book, tight (like t-i-g-h-t) shut is nothing but a block of paper." I wasn't aware of any other spelling of tight but just in case you had a doubt...we now know how to spell "tight".

Vonda's purse holder...
So total drama as we were sitting on the patio minding our own business. All of a sudden we see a dude who had been running down the middle of the street get tackled by two cops. They "flog" him a bit as they're hand-cuffing him. They take him back to the car and put him in. Later, I say "did he seriously not outrun the cops?" Well Sara, they caught him didn't they??

After the dude is hand-cuffed a girl at another table yells to the officer that right before he was tackled he threw something under a parked car. While they didn't appear to find anything under the car, we saw this suspicious half eaten burrito. The guy at the next table thought maybe he was running for the border...
(Next and last stop, Nallen's)

By now we're feeling pretty good and we've been out way later than we anticipated. I can't remember what we were talking about but Vonda says "when the bee stung me on the bottom of the foot, it was a bee sting, right?" No comment.

Then Vonda says, "we're in a repression, wait, what's the word?" Recession!!
A LONG time ago, Vonda and I were talking about my "boom booms" (or lack thereof) and she taught me how to make them look bigger...simply write a check. Here they are demonstrating...


Right before we left (and right after our two Carbombs which we did NOT need but tasted oh so good) a tiff was going on outside. What we think is so funny is that these dudes are like 50+. Isn't "taking it outside" so college? Vonda's advice: "hug it out, b!^$*es."

And that was it. Well, almost...Vonda, all I have to say is that it won't ever catch me! :)