Another Round of Golf Anyone?

Manhunt. Manhunt was, on paper, tragically unsuccessful. But this is just the beginning:

We begin...with no names. And I can't remember for the life of me what song was playing...I want to say BF "All U Can Eat", but who knows. We're in a Jetta...we're going out. This is important. Remember this.

The evening prior I'd lassoed some ladies into picking up guys, meeting new men outside the group. Unfortunately, ladies weren't meant to manhunt. Ladies are ladies.


This is the Conoco by my house. I am here probably once a day, maybe twice if I'm busy. When I was younger, my friends and I always talked about our hang-out spot, "What could we classify as our hang out spot?" like a Max's from SBTB or the Peach Pit from 90210. There is a gas station (not far from this one) called Mr. T's, and I think alot of kids hung out there and ate ice cream sandwiches and loitered.

If I had it to do over again, I'd loiter here. And I'd bring my own vegan ice cream.

This is the candy/beer isle. Mmmmm....candy beer sounds good. The selection may be slim...and they don't have Smart Water (which is all I ever want on the drive home from the bar or on a morning quick stop), but it's home.

This is the guy that works the graveyard. He is so sweet. He is always on his cell phone when no one is in the store, and pulls down the protective glass at 10:30pm every day.

One of the things I like about this place is no matter who's working, they know to pull down a pack of Parliament 100's the minute I walk in the door. This is my corner news stand. Sometimes I have to say, "Oh, nope, sorry, just gas for me today." On this occasion I had a coupon. $2 off Camel #9 100's. Not as cool, but a coupon is a coupon.



John is so happy. He is so excited.
John had wanted a 5 hour energy, which I don't know what that is. And my tiny Conoco doesn't carry 5 hour energy. So I got him a Sugar free Redbull. And immediately we were ready.
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The trip to Dallas from Arlington...is a trip. We were on the road around 9:35. This was the traffic. At 9:45. Everywhere. It blew. This is 360, for miles.

Hey look, it's that landmark. And that tacky green building. And that X building behind it that is also tacky. Hey, look at our skyline...look. We should fix this. Lets start a committee for Skyline Improvement. Aesthetic Appeasement. Approaching Amazement.











We made it to Greenville after being on the road literally 1hr and a half. Couldn't find parking. Hadn't heard from the ladies. The Red Bull wore off and the night was ending before it had began. John was hungry, so we stopped at the Taco C.
This was the drive-through guy. He is the Latino version of my father. Except he had kind of a hump. But as soon as we rounded the drive through line, I said, "That looks kind of like my dad." and John said, "I was thinking the same thing." and I called my sister just to double check and make sure my dad didn't have a second job at the Taco Cabana off lower Greenville.
He was at home, sleeping.





We finally consented to pay for parking. Pulled into a lot, "That'll be $10."
"John, the lot across the street is $5. Sorry friend, we're gonna go with the competition."
The lot across the street was...a little shady. An un-levelled grass field with rubble. We were basically the first car of the evening. And the attendant was sitting on an old clunker wearing a super rad t-shirt. He had it made.
Why is that Valet at Barcadia is like $3 or park where you want for free, and self park on Greenville is $5+ with scarcely any free parking? Listen, we're spending $50 on a tank of gas so we can drive back and forth down Greenville for 1/2 hour looking for parking in order to pay for your overpriced beer and house drinks...give us a parking break.
Whilst walking to the Libertine, John lost his nachos. No, he did not vomit. His newly purchased nachos fell to the sidewalk. It was maybe the first tragedy of the evening. I felt sad for John. He sat on the curb and finished them off and we finally made it inside the Libertine at 11:35. 2 hours to get from the Conoco off I-20 to the Libertine off Greenville. 2 hours. It was appalling.
We sat at the bar. The Libertine was dead. Deadish. There were three guys sitting next to us drinking scotch neat. None were prospectives. The only potential in the bar (in my opinion) was one of the bartenders. But I knew I wouldn't stay long enough here to pursue him.

Kerri had mentioned the Libertine the night prior, that the ladies should hunt there. Maybe it wasn't the best dive, but the idea of a Libertine seemed...well, liberating. Libertine meaning unrestrained and opposed to moral norms...seemed appropriate.



Speaking of unrestrained, John and I settled on two rounds of the champagne of beers. John then told me he didn't want to seem like one of those myspace people taking pictures of everything so I put the camera down. We stayed for 25 minutes, and after receiving "Gonna be late" messages from all the ladies, we decided to move to Barcadia where the chances were higher that at least one of us (John) might meet a person. See below:




We arrived at Barcadia, hearing from one of the ladies on the way that they were coming, and one of the ladies that they weren't. I perused through my address book to see who we might like to invite that evening seeing as our original plans fell through. And I came across one Ms. Holly. Sent her a text to invite her and was informed that "We" would be coming. Who the other "we" people were, we didn't care. We were excited to see Holly.
This is the inside of my purse.
John and I took turns one of us getting up leaving the other to scan the room. Barcadia really is Bargaydia and there is no shot for a straight girl to find a date in there. There was this guy wearing khakis and a striped button up shirt with the front tucked in and the back hanging out. He seemed clueless enough to be straight. And then he was spotted conversing with two very well put together men and I was done. I decided to commit to drinking and glancing at the entrance waiting for anything not gay to walk through the door.


Then these guys arrived. And I was at a table with three men...who thought my boobs were great for all the wrong reasons. I kept chatting, glancing at the door, chatting, glancing to the bar, chatting, door, etc. Then finally...

These amazing folks came to my side!!! I was so ecstatic to see them. Firstly because who doesn't love these three, secondly because 5's company, and lastly who DOESN'T love these three.