I guess this post isn't really anything exciting without accompanying photos, but you're all going to have to wait. I still haven't unpacked from the weekend (i.e. laundry) and need to do so shortly along with uploading photos. Meghan, I promise I'll get them to you soon :)
But let's talk about the near train wreck that almost occurred on Saturday night:
After a normal dinner -- complete with too much food causing nearly three of us to want to vomit -- we piled into my car at 9:30 p.m. with the intent of heading to Fremont for some line dancin'! On the way, several members inside of my vehicle have to fight off the urge to doze off, as it was already 10 p.m. When I get to the gas station, this creepy man in an RV is looming really closely to our proximity and kind of creeping out everyone else. I attempt three times to fuel up, but my card will not be accepted and of course, I forgot my actual credit card and only had the ATM. So I jump into the driver's seat and back into the next pump as creepy man next door is saying something awkward and scary. Long story short, attempt #3 fails and I have to go to the window for some help. Turns out the man who works at the gas station is mildly mentally unstable -- to put it nicely. He did not understand that I wasn't getting gas out of the pump and then did not understand that I wanted to pay manually to do so.
10:30 p.m. we're on the road and getting ready to enter the Saddle Rack. Except when we arrive, Laura realizes that she doesn't have her identification, kind of crucial when entering a bar. Expecting the worst and hoping for the best, we make our way towards the queue. One bouncer checks me, then proceeds to question Laura. She pours her little heart out, saying we're a bachelorette party and she doesn't have her ID and we can't go all the way back to Pleasanton to get it. He sends her off to the next bouncer who proceeds to have her empty out her massive purse and see what she's got. A bandaid, highlighter, pen, feminine products and international student card. Grudgingly he let us in....
And that was just the beginning. Since Laura forgot her wallet, she also forgot her MONEY. So I was on door duty covering most of the girls' entry fees. Meaning that my bills were also winding down. After crossing the threshold into the bar, Laura and I agreed that we definitely deserved something to drink after all of this mayhem. So we go to order two bottles of beer, which one bartender says should be about $8. Between the two of us, Laura and I had $9 so that was (painfully) sufficient for a tip included. We go back and ask if anyone else wants anything, then order two beers from a female bartender.... who tells me it's going to be $10.50. At this point, I sort of freak out because neither of us has the extra two dollars so someone else in the party spots me and I give her a measly 50 cent tip. Then we run away from the bar area, far, far away.
Thinking it can't possibly get any worse, we take our seats at a small table when a 75-year old toothless man comes by and asks two girls in our party if they want to dance. Laura nudges them to go and when they still refuse, he of course asks Laura. Looking at me she's like, "what the heck?" and goes off to dance with him. They waltz across the line dancing floor for a bit and then he extends his second hand out to me and twirls the two of us for about five minutes. It was awkward and painful and fun.
At least we got some smiles out of the night :)
