We’ve all been there on a Friday evening. Friends, chicken fingers, happy hour, leads to darts, gin and tonics, feats of strength, leads to high fives, yelling, and $100 bucks in the hole . Most times when I go out, as the night goes on the glasses get smaller but the drinks get more expensive. Is it just me or something out of whack here? I get to the bar and order a 16 oz. glass of dark liquid for 4 bones, three hours later I have glass no bigger than a thumbnail full of what looks to be a liquid but tastes much worse and it sets me back a cool 7 Washington’s. Next time I’m going to start with the small glasses and work my way up….see if i can cheat the system.
All good things must come to an end, including Friday nights. Trying to head home I hopped in the taxi (pictured)
I asked the cabbie, “Do you take debit.”
Cab driver replied, “Well generally we take Clydesdales, and Mustangs this time of night. Funny because when I worked in Louisville it was all Quarter Horses.”
Ended up walking home.
