In a celebratory response to that heavenly win for my Missouri Tigers, Hoops, her boyfriend Scoops, and I decided to take it up to the Record bar to meet up with Konay Stone and Chalk-oh-Lot Dunkers.
(I didn’t think that I would have enough energy for another hang, due to the fact that I exerted most of it yelling at Leo Lyons and accusing him of being too “silly” when it’s time to get ta business.)
A Big Birdie informed us that there was a cover at The Record Bar. Any other night, Marbles and Team Oops would have responded to that with a “no thank you…” and a “please”, but somethin’ had us feelin’ fine…
$7 BUCKS?!!?
I had zero dollars on me so Team Oops stepped up and pulled their boy out of a jam. First round o’ drinks…ON ME (equal to or less than the value of said cover charge).
But this is where things got h-i-l-a-r-i-o-u-s…
7(dollars) times 3(people) would give us what? A total of $21. Right? (Oh I failed to mention this earlier, but Scoops was feelin’ really really really fine. ) Hoops had a twenty-spot and Scoops had a ten. There was some chatter back and forth between Team Oops, none of which I could understand or even hear for that matter. I did notice Hoops burrowing through her purse. And this went on long enough for the one-eyed door guy to start getting suspicious and judgmental. Then Scoops grabs Hoops’ twenty-spot, and the four quarters she collected from her purse. (We were gettin’ in this bar…no matter the cost.) Scoops then puts all of the money down in front of the door guy, and he goes, in that stupidly hilarious voice, with the stupid Scoops face, he says… “are (is) we (‘umm) good?”
The door guy stares up at Scoops with his one good eye, which was his right eye I think. The patch was covering the left. Which means, in order to look at this intoxicated fart who just gave him too much money and who was also standing to his (the door guy’s) left, he (door guy again) had to shift his entire (fat) body around just to get his disrespectful glances in.
I giggled (noticeably), grabbed the ten dollar bill, handed it to Scoops, got stamped, and headed into The Record Bar…
I was almost embarrassed.
