Ah, stories… Almost lost my life because of this bar last time I was in Denver. Good times.
EDIT: After a dinner discussion tonight, Zoo reminded me that my life was in no danger whatsoever that evening. I now concur, and agree I was too drunk to remember clearly. Consider it revisionist history.



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I promise not to make cry-baby motions at drunk jealous guys who then run red lights.
Hey, we’re still alive, right? It was actually really hilarious before and after the serious part where weepy got all jealous…