I haven't heard a note

3:02:42 PM Dimtry:
We are going to lovejoy's to see the Arab League tonight
3:02:56 PM Jack: ok
3:03:24 PM Dimtry: you can look them up. I haven't heard a note, but their schtick sounds awesome

The Set Up: And thus starts are evening. Dimtry really wants to go down to 6th and decides this should be the highlight for the day. R is in town for the week and wants to go downtown so I agree, KD decides he wants to join us.

Build up: We head downtown but it is still early so we hit a hole in the wall where our buddy knows the owner. Round of shots and round of beer later, and I am not sure where Dimtry and KD have wandered off too. They walk back into the bar from the patio and I turn to R and say "baked". Dimtry explains "we are ready to go see the band"

The Plot thickens: We head over to lovejoys, and order a round of beer. Did I mention that lovejoys brews there own beer? They are one of the original microbrews in town What did we order? Lone Star! yeah I think they looked there noses at us.

About this time we notice there is a band playing, is this them I wonder? They don't look Arab? They kinda suck, shit how long am I stuck here....Dimtry assures me this is not them,our boys come on next.

Show Time: Sure Enough a few minutes later the band wraps up. Tears down and our band gets ready. Well it turns out not so much of a band it's 3 white guys dressed up as Arabs, they have a tape player to provide background music. Shit...I send Dimtry to order a round of the beer (the house one this time). Sure enough these guys start rapping with a Persian accent, telling us how they landed on "Arab One". Actually I should say two of them "rapped" the 3rd he just stood in the background with his arms folded in his chest. Once in a way breaking out into dance.

It's over: I am looking at Dimtry and KD, pleading with them to let me leave. But no, they are into it (I guess I should have gone to the patio). I sit threw the set and get them to agree it's time to go.

Dimtry: You want to leave? Your not done with your beer.
Jack: Yeah the beer sucks ass too.

Luck be a lady

I am Lucky, no really Jack is super lucky. I can be walking in a Hotel in vegas and find a hundred dollar bill on the ground, walk up to a roulette table and hit a single number for 50 bucks.

I never know when its going to happen. I can be bored as shit and it falls in my lap, or I can be having a great evening and something crazy happens. This is what happened last Saturday night.

I am out with Dimtry, Appendix, Tony and Fair, we are hitting downtown hard. We start out at dinner at a good 'ole Austin institution - Threadgills. We enjoy some good old southern cooking with beer. I think I had Chicken Fried Steak, I am pretty sure Fair has mashed potatoes with ketchup and called in Jenny and Christen (Whiskey remind me to fill you in).

Poor manager at the place got bitched at least 4 times while we were there. Every customer wanted to bitch about something, at least I could enjoy it since I was several beers buzzed.

We decided to head over to 6th after dinner. We started at a new bar where our favorite bartender worked. We loaded us up with shots and soon Parker and Appendix joined us. We are doing our thing and a group of fine looking women walk in. Turns out they are Miller light girls, yep sexy young things. It becomes pretty obvious these girls are trashed. Now normally I would not figure it out so easy but two things set this apart.

1. One of the miller girls starts to do cartwheels in the bar, it takes her three tries, two of which lead almost to her death, but the 3rd that one is money.

2. After doing the cartwheels, girl walks up to fair and BITES him. Seriously, I am standing there talking to fair and the girl freaking bites him. Its AWSOME.

Miller's Angels decide they need to go crash and take a cab home. Fuck time to start over. We head as a group to a couple more bars never finding any action. We decide to go to one more and see how it works out.

As we are walking down 6th, a nice young thing falls into my lap. As fair would say later..."You were walking down the street, she tripped, next thing you know you are making out at the bar"

Yeah it happens, crazy shit when you go down to that 6th street.

But is gets better, here I am thinking I am cool as shit. I picked up this chicka by just walking by here. Until Dimtry lets me know "Hey dumbass we met those girls last week at a party"

Well at least its dumb luck!

A legend has been born

We all have our "I partied so hard in Vegas..." story. We have all been beat. One of my friends from law school partied so hard he had to have his appendix removed.

The friend is okay and is currently waiting on a return flight from Vegas.