It looked like it was going to be a quiet night for us, with most of Banff trying to deal with their St. Patty’s Day hangovers. We headed to the Rose and Crown for a pint and some billiards …
The we met Little and Big John, a Scot and an Englishman, respectively, who both live sorta near Birmingham. Shropshire, I think. They kicked our ass in pool. Then we drank some more. Then they kicked our ass some more.
We made it down to the Magpie and Stump (with Little John, Big John went sleepy-bye-byes). Peanut throwing ensued.
John made a new friend.
… who felt compelled to pick me up … and then call me a fat ass.
Phaux drank a caesar. Which is like drinking a cappuccino after noon. Caesar are a gross take on a bloody maria, with Clamato (yes, clam juice) instead of tomato juice.
John notices Noush, who was pretty hot.
Noush’s rejection of me (her boyfriend was the bartender) shamed me into passing out.
Shots with staff …
Dancing with the waitress … first me, followed by John almost pulling her arm off.
