Sunday, May 22, 2005

PETER SARSGAARD!!!
I am going to preface this post with the declaration that I hate bars. Well ... Most bars. Any bar that is packed with stupid college bros and sluts is a crappy bar. That basically covers 90% of the bars on this planet ... anyway, last night I went out with a bunch of girls to a bar. Well, actually, we walked all over hell, then went to a bar. We stopped into at least 12 of them before they found one that was to their liking. Kc and I are dive-bar kinds of people. What kind of bar did we end up at last night?

The kind filled with douche-bags like this. Herpes anyone?

I took pictures of all the guys who hit on the girls I was with.

One of the first rules of picking up women: Don't try to pick up chicks after another chick has already poured her drink on your shirt.

I dont really remember this guy. He disappeared as soon as the camera came out and he realized his lack of "game" was being documented.

This is Kc's friend Crystal. Crystal is ... Unique.

"Check out my killer tats brah!"

This is Courtney. Kc works with her and Crystal. Courtney is one of those girls who has a standard "photo pose" that she knows makes her look good. She spent the whole night trying her best to stay out of any pictures I was taking. I took this as a challenge ... Obviously that aint "Photo Pose" ... I win.

Later that evening ... er ... I should say, later that morning, Courtney fell asleep on the train, woke up in a strange neighborhood, didnt have cash, had to walk all around the ghetto to find an ATM so she could take a cab home, then when she got in the cab the driver couldnt find her house and she didnt know where she was to tell him. Hilarious. She'll never go out at night again.

There was a bachelorette party, or something, going on at this bar while we were there too. Good luck with being average lady.

Here are some shots of Kc waiting for the bathroom

(Man ... these are some of the worst pictures ever.)

In the downstairs of this bar there was a sort of dancefloor area with a platform and a pole. When we went down there earlier in the night there was some random slut in a bikini sort of halfheartedly bobbing up and down with no one in the room. I found that pretty entertaining. Later in the evening the scene downstairs got all "The Roof is on Fire" and drunk kc and drunk crystal took it upon themselves to take a stab at pole dancing too.

... and here's a random picture of Walter from Gorilla Biscuits singing and acoustic version of "Start Today" at some show I went to a couple weeks ago.