The Pub Crawl

Well, I have to say that the pub crawl was another overwhelming success. Got off to an inauspicious start, but quicly got into prime form. I'm not going to retell the entire night, as that would just be boring. And my memory is a little fuzzy, making it difficult for me to do this alone.
First off, Tom (from work) got kicked out of Whiskey's. It was our 3rd bar on the tour, and it was likely only about 9pm. Apparently the bar-tender girl thought he'd had too many. Even those he was one of the more sober people in the group. So she cut him off. Upon learning this, we collected up the group cause it was time to go. And while people were finishing up their drinks a bouncer actual came over and told him he had to get out. Right now. So we exited stage left. And because this was so bizarre and completely out of character for Tom, we shall bust his chops about this forever. And it was just comic as he wasn't drunk and wasn't being obnoxious. 2 things I clearly was doing and I didn't get cut off.
While the night was outstanding, there isn't a whole lot that would be funny being retold. You really had to be there to enjoy most of the rest. The pictures are funny, but probably only to us.
So I shall skip ahead to my departure. 'Round about 12, I realize that it's about 1/2 pint past stopping time for me. So I promptly cut myself off. Then realize that it's 12am and I need to make the 'leave now and catch the T or stay and pay $25 for a cab' decision. Things are winding down so I choose T. Say my goodbyes and I'm out the door by about 12:15. I now have what I'm sure is only 36 minutes to get to my T stop (Government Center - Blue Line) to catch the last train. I then realize I don't know exactly where I am. I know roughly where I am, but not enough so in my current state to determine the most direct route. So I waste 5 minutes figuring that out. But then I walk to Commonwealth Ave, which will get me most of the way there. But I'm not sure which way is East, and I can't see any buildings. So I start walking in hopes I chose wisely. 2 blocks later I find out I didn't. Time's ticking away, so after a quick 180, I'm power walking my way down the street. I'm sure nothing is funnier to a sober person than a drunk guy power walking across town in their not-so-strait style. But after I passed a guy with no shirt on, I felt better knowing I wasn't the drunkest person out.
So I make it there by 12:45, 6 minute to spare. I then learn that "12:51 Last Train" doesn't really mean the last train leaves at 12:51. It means the last train pulls in at 1am and leaves at 1:15. So all that power walking for nothing. But to hell with it. I'm on my train, I have a horse racing newspaper, and I'm 80% sure I can make it without hurling.
2 stops later, an even drunker guy gets on. Preppy looking in his kackis and teal polo shirt. Looked a bit out of place on this train at this time of night, but whatever. Sits down right next to me (of course) and proceeds to just plant his face in his hands and pass out. After scooting my leg over in case he hurls, I settle back in to reading and watching for my stop. As we pull out of the stop before mine, a shady-looking hispanic guy sits down across from drunk guy. Now, I'm not saying this guy was trouble. I know a few people that look shady that are great guys. But odds are that shady-looking people on the T at 1:30am are potential trouble.
He wakes up drunk guy and asks him if he knows where he's going and where he lives. Drunk's answer: "I live in Cambridge, I'm on the red line." Reality: He's on the blue line heading to Revere, away from Cambridge. See this map:
http://www.mbta.com/traveling_t/schedules_subway.asp
We're approaching Orient Heights on the blue line. Which is in the East Boston/Revere area. Not one of the best areas in Boston. Definately not a place to get lost when you're really drunk and it's 2am. Cambridge is off of the red line, stops such as Harvard.
So now drunk guy is asking me what stop is next and of course he doesn't understand why my answer makes no sense to him. So he just keeps asking me. 'Orient Heights' doesn't make sense to him, as he's probably never been out here before and still thinks he's on the red line. As we pull into O.H., shady guy tells him to just get off with him at the next stop and he'll find him a cab. After checking to make sure he could afford one. Maybe this guy was actually a nice guy and helping him out. Or maybe preppy boy was about to be mugged and left on the sidewalk. Like I said, Revere at 2am is not the best place to be and either option is possible. I didn't read anything awful in the news, so I assume it was option #1.
So I get off, and start my 2.5 mile walk home. I LOVE this walk. Drunk walking is awesome. I *could* pay $0.75 and just take the bus, but the walk is awesome. And I spend most of it talking to Hayley. I get home, flip on the TV real quick to check scores and such while I get ready for bed. It's 2:15am and I have to get up for baseball at 8am. So I don't plan on being up long. Which is when I flip past M*A*S*H. Never do this when you've been drinking. Never. I was up til 3am before I finally had the strength to turn it off.
Thus ends Bar Crawl 2006 for me. I just wish my story-telling was as good as my story-making. Cause I just can't do the events justice here. But I hope you still enjoyed it.
PEACE!!!