A Good Week: Monday

Okay, if I wait much long than this, I'll start to forget what we've been up to. Let's see...

I guess we'll start with last Monday (jeez, time moves quickly out here). It started like any typical Monday, we weren't planning on doing anything exciting. But, carpe diem, right? So when our friends from down the hall invited us out to a Tiki Lounge, I hopped out of my work clothes and we hopped onto one of those lovely city buses to meet up with them (And we didn't get lost on the way to the bus WHAT WHAT).

Frankie's Tiki Lounge was pretty neat. It's owned by the same people as the infamous Double Down (a place Pam now officially hates - no more Ass Juice for ol' Joey here), but unlike the Double Down, their mixed drinks actually tasted good (I assume, as I stay away from liquor for the most part). Pam drank their Mai Tais and I'm told she enjoyed them (at least, I think she was saying that in a very slurred conversation... kidding, kidding). We had a group of seven, and the night was still very young, and we decided to traverse over to the best place out here, Fremont Street.

We had no plans, so the beginning of our latest Fremont Street experience was just walking around and showing around those in our group that had never been there. We thought it would be a good idea to hit up the Griffin, this despite the fact that our previous sojourn to that establishment ended with our acquaintance throwing up all over the bar. But, perhaps fate was with Pam and I that night, and the Griffin was closed. Or maybe they locked the door when they saw us coming, either scenario is likely.

The night had other plans for us, thankfully, and a sign from heaven came in the form of a chalkboard outside the Beauty Bar proclaiming KARAOKE NIGHT and DOLLAR SIERRA NEVADA NIGHT. Yup, it was gonna be a good evening.

You should've heard Pammy. Ah, those pipes were golden. She was No-Doubt-era Gwen Stefani incarnate. The whole bar fell in love with her. It helped, too, that she followed a group of rowdy frat boys that all took joy in singing "I'm An Asshole" and singing the truth at that. But she was awesome. We all got up there (besides our designated driver), and it was great fun, as karaoke always, always is.

This went on until, I dunno, two or three o'clock, maybe? And of course, a diner run ended the night. A night that ends at a diner is officially declared a great night.

So that was Monday. More to come when I feel like writing about the rest of the week. I guess tonight. I'm really procrastinating on this.