There is a place in Utah called The Hotel, formerly know as Shaggy’s. Crazy stuff happens in this place. I believe Shaggy’s is under new management, hence the name change. One of the improvements that has been added is what I like to call the wall of time.
Every night at smack bang 12:30 the wall of Time displays the message
Last Call in 30:00 mins
. Needless to say this results in every Irish man in the place (that would be me and johnny) panicking as they realise they only have 30 short minutes to get in the rest of the drink for the night. As you can imagine this can make for some messy situations and/or entertaining stories.
The first time this happened there was a lot of demanding in loud voices that the barmaid remember “Us Irish Guys”. I also remember asking that same barmaid why she got the tattoo’s she did.
Before we went to The Hotel the next night, we stopped off in Murphy’s. It was a saturday night and didn’t appear to be that busy. We say at the end of the bar and got talking to a guy named Todd who was a trucker from florida. He wasn’t exactly a trucker any more, as he has stopped driving and now just does the loading and unloading for a removal company. After a few pints in Murphy’s Todd decided to move on to another place. He talked me and another guy from saudi arabia into going with him and I talked John into going with us (I think John was scared of Todd). We went to The Hotel and after a bottle of beer decided to call it a night.
The last time we went to The Hotel, which was when I wrote that last post, we went to the Port O’Call. Mostly out of fear of meeting Todd. We sat near a TV and discussed various things including the pros and cons of getting some sort of ninja tattoo. Then at around 11:30 we left for The Hotel. The actual Hotel door had a massive queue but the Elevate door which is just another door to The Hotel had a small queue. One of the bouncers there asked us were he knew us from. Unable to tell him he let us go with a “Come to me next time and you’ll get in faster as VIP’s”. I think he did any way the beers were clouding my brain.
Once in the Hotel I went to the jacks were I was surprised to see a bathroom attendant. I think I gave him a $10 tip by accident.
Out at the bar Johnny was ordering 2 bottles of Bud. While he was doing that I was staring at the two girls dancing together on top of the woofer. The women love the woofer. Eventually Johnny got served. At some stage someone suggested shots and then it all went pear shaped.
I remember the clock starting, taking ages to get served and Johnny coming up to me to say that he was going to get his own drinks. I then remember drinking two Gin and Juice fast enough to nearly get sick. After calming down the gag reflex I went back to the bar. I had noticed on a previous trip that they sold Killians and I aimed to get some. The tattooed Barmaid was working and I went to her area. A girl infront of me got served and I prepared to slide into her place when I heard a “Hey, Hey” behind me and some guy cut a head. Shocked, that a person from Crowded Bar Land such as myself could have such an amateur moved pulled on him I used the age old technique of “The Hand on the Bar” to ensure my place in the line. It turned out that such a move was not required as the tattoo girl remembered me (I think) and got my order.
With the sweet nectar that is killians now firmly in my grasp I returned to my previous position near the Dancing Girls on the Woofer. John told me that two women had asked him to by them a drink (I think they did it seperately). He didn’t not realising things are different here in America. I then proceeded to tell him and every one else in the club that “It’s all about the number”. John went somewhere and I dropped my pint on the floor. Seeing as how they had stopped serving and we had bud light in the fridge we decided to leave.
When we arrived back at the apartment we listened to some music on Johnny’s computer and possibly woke the downstairs neighbours. After that I went and wrote that post then i fell asleep.
That was my saturday night. Who knows what’s going to happen this weekend. I’m renting a car to kind of get back in the swing of things and to go look at cars that are for sale. More on that later.
