For those of you that didn't get the memo, last Friday marked the 75th anniversary of prohibition ending. Did you all go have a drink Friday night? I had a beer with my dinner, and that's about it. But Saturday we really kicked off the prohibition anniversary with a bang.
A group of my friends, my girlfriend, and I all went out to Edgefield to do a little wine tasting and other related activities. For those of you who've never been to edgefield, you should definitely make a trip. There are 26 bars spread out over the complex. It's a hotel on the outside, but there are plenty of things on the inside to keep you going to the wee hours of the morning.
So we started with the wine tasting. It cost a wopping $5 and got me 8 glasses of wine. I did the whole song and dance of smelling the wine, swirling it in the glass, and putting on my best snob face as I tried to describe the taste and palette, but did I spit it out into the jar like everyone else? Hell no! Why else would I be doing it other than to get hammered?
From there it was on to the "Power House" which is more of a restaurant. I got some fries and the LIBERATOR, which is a beer so dark, that light itself cannot escape it's surface. We're talking BLACK beer....and it's delicious.
From there it was on to the pool hall for more liberators and some billiards and shuffle board. The only problem is that I really really suck at pool, so I played shuffle board instead. As I'm doing this, my girlfriend and a friend of hers are at the bar trying to score free drinks. The only problem is the guy they were working for drinks had conveniently forgot his ID and couldn't buy them any booze. But, he did work for the one girl's father, and was a total creep so they left him there.
I wandered out to the bathroom, and on my way back in saw said creepy loser back at the shuffle board table and he was pouring the salt off the shuffle board table onto my girlfriend's head.
I wasn't looking for a fight, honestly, it's just not who I am. But I guess he was. All it took was me to ask why he was doing that for him to pull out the "You wanna take this outside?!"
My girlfriend got in between us and told me to drop it, so I did, but the loser creep did not. He kept talking smack as my buddy Josh is in my other ear telling me to "keep him going and make him throw down, I wanna blind side this A-hole!"
Needless to say I was in a pickle. His friends started to pull him away but he kept yelling "You got lucky, you got lucky". Then he called my girlfriend a Bitch and came at me. So I pushed him. I'm not a really big guy, so I guess it surprised him because he flew at least 10 feet into another table. Then Josh was on him, getting in his face daring him to make a move. Now, my buddy Josh is about 6'2" and 240 pounds. He's an intimidating guy to say the least, and it made the creepy loser leave.
So to celebrate my victory, we all went to Old Chicago to celebrate our victory. I had a couple shots, got way way way to drunk, and I honestly think I'm still a little hung over today.
It was fun to say the least, and it wouldn't have been possible without prohibition ending. So go out and get a little sloppy, just make sure you all tip your glasses to those people 75 years ago who made this all possible.
And be sure you all post your favorite DRINKING STORY!!!
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There are a few things wrong with this post. 1) You were drinking Terminator stout and you def had a glass of wine after wine tasting before moving on to beer. 2) The guy came to me and Karissa b/c he recognized her, thus we were not hitting him up for drinks. 3) It is not salt on the table, its wax. 4) He called me a b* because I told him he was stoopid for saying that to you after we had you guys separated and 5) you left out the part where I slapped him across the face for calling me that.
Jeez, it's as tho you don't remember the night or something.
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