pub crawl report

The crawl was a great success - and no one vomited (someone did have to make a pit stop in an alley...).
Middle tagged along and was good enough to take pictures (which, of course, I have edited) AND get them thrown out of a bar. (If there is no food served in a bar in Tuvalu, no minors are permitted inside.)



Stop #1 - slightly schmancy restaurant/bar just down the boulevard from our street.
I love Oldest's expression of giddy enthusiasm...with a tinge of fear.


K drinks black and tans and said that the Guinness was different from bar to bar. Just look at them pretending to care, or even know, about the baseball scores.



Off to stop #2 - from which they were tossed.



But there were friendlier spots in town...

Like stop #3 -


a real 'old man' bar where Oldest was treated by the bartender to a shot or two -
which resulted in Oldest calling
Stop #4


stop #3 AGAIN.
But K knew...



The barkeep at stop #4 -



gave Oldest a birthday shot of something with flames -
I can't remember the name of it!

Twas a long walk to stop #5 -



and from the looks of it, Oldest needed some reassurance that he actually WAS at stop #5. For some reason, which I cannot possibly understand as woman, he needed to pee in the alley. I'm sure it all has to do with being a real man etc..

There was a stop #6 which K and Oldest flashed gangsta style - but there was just too much face in those pictures.
From there, Oldest's loyal friend B drove them home where there was more frivolity that I really don't want to know about.

...and THAT is the report.