S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y night

Saturday night, a lot of fun. Sunday morning, not so much.

Here’s a brief overview:

Dan and I meet Bryan at La Fuente early in the afternoon. The restaurant got rid of its parking lot to make room for additional outdoor seating. Not knowing this, we almost park in their new patio. Drinks, tacos and “nachos” are ordered.

Potawatomi is the next stop. We put our names in at the poker room. Very unorganized system. The guy at the dry erase board tells us the wait should be about an hour and a half. He gives us pagers to let us know when our spot at the table was ready. We find a blackjack table that we could all play together at. Bryan’s pager goes off 10 minutes later. We go back to the poker room. False alarm. It wasn’t our turn yet. After taking a few minutes to admire the lovely ladies in the bingo hall, we decided we had enough. Keep it moving.

We had a desire to smoke cigars. This prompts a stop at Club Havana. Fantastic mojitos.

We then walk to Blu. Are cashews the most delicious nut? By a vote of 2-1, yes they are.

My favorite stop of the evening was Tangerine. Very cool. My brother Jeff joined us. He entertained us with his stories about Tijuana.

We went next door to Kennadees. I had never been there previously. Too old for Judge’s, yet too young for Victor’s, this is your place. Not for me.

Dan lead us back to Club Havana. When we were there earlier, there were flyers advertising “Latina Heat”. More cigars were smoked.

We walked next door to a place that i’ve a already forgotten the name of. This is easily my least favorite stop of the evening. Really loud music, crowded small club. Not very comfortable. Bryan told Dan that he was stepping out to “get some air”. He splits on us without saying goodbye. Jerk.

Dan, Jeff and I caught a cab to Mo’s Irish Pub. Things started getting a little fuzzy.

After a stop at the Velvet Room, Dan caught a cab home. Jeff and I finished the evening at Real Chili.

Posted by chuck at May 24, 2004 10:57 AM

Comments

First of all, that horrible place was called “Dino’s” Secondly, yes, I did go out to “get some air”. At which point I nearly lost the (full) contents of my stomach. While I’m no doctor, I would diagnose the probable cause as “smoking a big fat cigar”. Not long after excusing myself from the table, I realized that I was in no condition to go on, and decided to high-tail it home. I did, however, CALL CHUCK TO LET HIM KNOW. He didn’t answer his phone, so I left him a message, explaining that I was unable to continue.

Later, Chuck called my girlfriend, and told her that I was just “probably kidnapped or something”.

Posted by: Bryan Buchs at May 25, 2004 1:24 PM

Later that night I noticed a missed call from Bryan on my cell phone. No message was left. For all I knew, it could have been one of his kidnappers trying to call me with the ransom amount.

Posted by: Chuck at May 25, 2004 3:11 PM