Sometimes, it takes a change of venue....
Oct. 6th, 2003 09:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pixiecrinkleWow. What a weekend. B's bachelorette party--a dozen grrrrls at Put-in-Bay. Land of bars, bars, bars and limos & sr. citizen's buses masquerading as "cabs." The only place I've ever actually heard the following exchange:
Customer: "Do you sell pitchers of beer?"
Bartender: "No, we have buckets."
And said bucket was not a bucket of ice containing bottles of beer, but rather a red plastic mop bucket filled directly from the tap. Wow.
Well over 200 photos were taken to commemorate the events of the evening (170 on M's digital camera, nearly 2 rolls of film on mine, and at least 2 disposable cameras floating round the group). So there will be no shortage of evidence. Highlights include:
1. Explaining the difference between Holstein/dairy and Angus/beef cattle to my city-bred friends on the way up. (And once uttering the phrase "That is *so* not a large tractor.")
2. Heckling seagulls from the ferry.
3. Watching![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
automat76 and one of B's sisters put their girl scout camp knowledge to work in building a fire behind our house.
4. Watching the bride interview us on our sexual histories using a beer bottle for a microphone.
5. Beginning a photographic history ofautomat76's neverending quest to use mundane objects as beer openers.
6. Witnessing a bike race between four of my friends, where no one bike contained all its proper parts.
7. Eating the world's nastiest pizza while watching an impromptu cartwheel contest in a bar (which, if it wasn't won by the Bride's younger sister, should have been.)
8. The bucket of beer thing.
9. One of the random women who walked up to B. (who was wearing the de riguer bachelorette party veil) and said "Don't do it!" who then continued by mentioning that she'd been married 15 years but was at the bar with her boyfriend.
10. Walking to the next bar to witness B. being fed a jello shot by a middle aged man via what appeared to be a hypodermic needle.
11. The bathroom at the beer barrel which had a condom machine with more selections than I've ever seen.
12. Getting hit on my an English man whose response, every time asked what brought him here was "They sell beer here" as he hoisted his giant can of Bud Light. Getting weirded out by his older friend who wouldn't stop touching my knee.
13. Walking out of a room into our living room with my bra and jeans on, only to find a strange man in the kitchen.
14. Waking up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon bagels, which was the only thing that ever overpowered the smell of wet dog in that room. Yummy.
15. Being the most hung over, despite having drunk the least of anyone, save T., who is pregnant.
And now, I'm trying desperately to finish up my homework for this week. The wedding will eat the majority of this weekend, and the out-of-towners will start arriving mid-week, so getting a head start on next week's would help me out too. Which means break time is over.
Off I go!
Customer: "Do you sell pitchers of beer?"
Bartender: "No, we have buckets."
And said bucket was not a bucket of ice containing bottles of beer, but rather a red plastic mop bucket filled directly from the tap. Wow.
Well over 200 photos were taken to commemorate the events of the evening (170 on M's digital camera, nearly 2 rolls of film on mine, and at least 2 disposable cameras floating round the group). So there will be no shortage of evidence. Highlights include:
1. Explaining the difference between Holstein/dairy and Angus/beef cattle to my city-bred friends on the way up. (And once uttering the phrase "That is *so* not a large tractor.")
2. Heckling seagulls from the ferry.
3. Watching
automat76 and one of B's sisters put their girl scout camp knowledge to work in building a fire behind our house.4. Watching the bride interview us on our sexual histories using a beer bottle for a microphone.
5. Beginning a photographic history of
automat76's neverending quest to use mundane objects as beer openers.6. Witnessing a bike race between four of my friends, where no one bike contained all its proper parts.
7. Eating the world's nastiest pizza while watching an impromptu cartwheel contest in a bar (which, if it wasn't won by the Bride's younger sister, should have been.)
8. The bucket of beer thing.
9. One of the random women who walked up to B. (who was wearing the de riguer bachelorette party veil) and said "Don't do it!" who then continued by mentioning that she'd been married 15 years but was at the bar with her boyfriend.
10. Walking to the next bar to witness B. being fed a jello shot by a middle aged man via what appeared to be a hypodermic needle.
11. The bathroom at the beer barrel which had a condom machine with more selections than I've ever seen.
12. Getting hit on my an English man whose response, every time asked what brought him here was "They sell beer here" as he hoisted his giant can of Bud Light. Getting weirded out by his older friend who wouldn't stop touching my knee.
13. Walking out of a room into our living room with my bra and jeans on, only to find a strange man in the kitchen.
14. Waking up to the smell of coffee and cinnamon bagels, which was the only thing that ever overpowered the smell of wet dog in that room. Yummy.
15. Being the most hung over, despite having drunk the least of anyone, save T., who is pregnant.
And now, I'm trying desperately to finish up my homework for this week. The wedding will eat the majority of this weekend, and the out-of-towners will start arriving mid-week, so getting a head start on next week's would help me out too. Which means break time is over.
Off I go!
