when I first turned 21, I would close the same bar every night during the week and go to different clubs and bars on the weekend. It got to the point where when my roommate and I would walk into the bar, they'd have four jack and cokes at our table before we could get to it. I think the final count was four months straight at the same shitty dive.
in those months, I...
-only got kicked out once
-paid much more for alcohol than I did for rent
-joined their "drink every beer we offer" club in record time, there's a plaque on their wall with my bar name
-routinely stayed past sunrise drinking with their wait staff
-slept in their parking more times then I'd like to admit
-pissed behind their dumpster many many times
-puked in every toilet and one sink in their men's room and one in the women's room
-went on one date with my favorite waitress, only to go there the next night and drunkenly brag about what happened pissing her off to no extent
-stole various little decorative things they had on the walls w/ full intent of constructing a replica bar in our apartment.
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