Let the night of a thousand jello shots begin.
The gf and I went to a friend's house, and consumed our weight in alcohol. When we were done with the in-house fun, bar-hopping sounded interesting.
I should tell you about the bars in Idaho...
...jazz and martinis they're not...
In fact, the best way to describe them would be with a song that was often-played in said bars.
I present to you, WTP by Eminem.
Yes, it truly is a White Trash Party at these bars.
Tank tops and cargo shorts are the normal dress there. The DJ was a dude with headphones, pretty much playing off an iTunes setlist. No mixing, no fades, no originality. Just club mixes and bad songs.
And in the bar, maybe 4 cute women. 5, tops. The rest of them were, well, WTP-worthy. Missing teeth, love handles, I was surprised I didn't see anyone with 6 fingers...
But the girls still had fun. Being the only guy in the group, I was sammiched a lot and had the two hottest girls on my arms. Guys didn't like me.
Sadly, Idaho bars close at 1am. Way too early, if you ask me. It was a great night, but definitely not one of the upscale clubs you see in major metropolitan areas.
Oh well. Booze is booze. And there was a lot of it. Woo!
I guess there's nothing wrong with a little WTP now and then...