Hurricane Floyd Part II
So we decide to leave the fine establishment that is the Boca Raton Hooters because they have decided to stop giving us beer, even though we are more than willing to pay for it. I know, it didn't make sense to us either. not to mention the burden of knowing they were kicking 3 seemingly intoxicated young men out into the worsening conditions resulting from the passing of Floyd. But there we were, trecking out into the storm. To decid on who should drive, we did rock-paper-scissors, and since I was the only one to produce a rock, paper, or a siccor, I won and got in the drivers seat of Lumpy's Camaro. We drove west to Military Trail and everything was going smoothly. We were able to drive slow and steady despite slight inebriation and had the perfect alibi-the bad weather. We got to the Ugly mug in Delray and the parking lot was full and the doors were open. However, there didn't seem to be any lights on inside. Yep, you guessed it...the power was out. But they didn't seem to have a problem with this and neither did we. They still had beer and were serving up the spirits by the light of candle. Actually, if we were looking for women, it would have been great. It was so dark, I could have been talking to a purple cougar with a conjoined twin and I would have thought she was hot and wanted to take her home. That and I was getting more and more wasted by the minute. We decided to do shots, so I order 3 jagermeisters. However, when they were put on the bar, PC and I were possessed by little devils on our shoulders. There were shot glasses with candles in them all along the bar. PC blows one out and gives it a second to cool and hands it to me to give to Lumpy. I give it to Lumpy and he proceeds to take a sip getting mildly warm wax all over his chin. Sure it smarted a little but in the end he agreed if he had been the prankster and not the prankee, it would have been funny. We decide to leave the bar because we are getting drunker and it's getting worse outside. Apparently, the storm hit a lot closer to Palm Beach County than anyone thought and we were getting it pretty bad. That being the case, the first thing to our minds was boobies. We wanted to find a strip club that was open...and I knew just the place.
(Continued in Part III)
So we decide to leave the fine establishment that is the Boca Raton Hooters because they have decided to stop giving us beer, even though we are more than willing to pay for it. I know, it didn't make sense to us either. not to mention the burden of knowing they were kicking 3 seemingly intoxicated young men out into the worsening conditions resulting from the passing of Floyd. But there we were, trecking out into the storm. To decid on who should drive, we did rock-paper-scissors, and since I was the only one to produce a rock, paper, or a siccor, I won and got in the drivers seat of Lumpy's Camaro. We drove west to Military Trail and everything was going smoothly. We were able to drive slow and steady despite slight inebriation and had the perfect alibi-the bad weather. We got to the Ugly mug in Delray and the parking lot was full and the doors were open. However, there didn't seem to be any lights on inside. Yep, you guessed it...the power was out. But they didn't seem to have a problem with this and neither did we. They still had beer and were serving up the spirits by the light of candle. Actually, if we were looking for women, it would have been great. It was so dark, I could have been talking to a purple cougar with a conjoined twin and I would have thought she was hot and wanted to take her home. That and I was getting more and more wasted by the minute. We decided to do shots, so I order 3 jagermeisters. However, when they were put on the bar, PC and I were possessed by little devils on our shoulders. There were shot glasses with candles in them all along the bar. PC blows one out and gives it a second to cool and hands it to me to give to Lumpy. I give it to Lumpy and he proceeds to take a sip getting mildly warm wax all over his chin. Sure it smarted a little but in the end he agreed if he had been the prankster and not the prankee, it would have been funny. We decide to leave the bar because we are getting drunker and it's getting worse outside. Apparently, the storm hit a lot closer to Palm Beach County than anyone thought and we were getting it pretty bad. That being the case, the first thing to our minds was boobies. We wanted to find a strip club that was open...and I knew just the place.
(Continued in Part III)
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