Okay, so now where was I again? Oh yeah. When we last left the pool tournament, my friends and I were dorking out at the first bar, and getting updates about where the kilt boys were roaming.
We finally caught up with them at a bar called Shenanigans. How perfect. At first I was worried that the bar may not quite be my kind of place, but then we found a quiet little table by all the games and put up stakes there. We were able to have our private, dorked-out dance party and no one else seemed to mind or notice.
But as with all good times, there always comes a last call and we had to head back to the hotel. The kilt guys were staying at the same place, so we all walked together. As we passed the walkway to the riverboat casino, the guys asked us if we'd ever been up there before. None of us had, so we took the elevator up just to see the lights. They told us that the lights changed with movement and had us run down the hall in order to chase the rainbow.
On the way back, we ran into these little Emo high school skater boys who asked us if we had weed. Uh, yeah. Maybe they thought guys running around in skirts chasing rainbows had to be high, but really, we were all just drunk and we didn't have any alcohol we'd share with them either.
We were all going back to the elevator, but I stopped for a minute to see if I could get some action shots of the stoner Emo skater dudes and when I headed to the elevator, the doors had already closed. It was fine. I figured I'd just go down the stairs and meet them on the first floor. As I was running down the stairs, one of the kilt guys met me. He told me they realized they had left me and per our "no person left behind policy", the rest of the group took the elevator back up to find me.
We headed down to greet all the kids at the elevator. And if you were wondering if there was anything under those kilts...
...You can probably guess by the look on their faces, that to some people, Commando is more than just a movie with Arnold Shwarzenegger - it's a lifestyle choice.
We finally made it back to the hotel, and the guys invited us to swim, hot tub and/or hang out in their room and drink some more. All of which we politely declined. We'd already had more fun than we could handle, and we didn't want to ruin it by extending it even further. And true to their totally non creepy natures, the guys were cool and didn't press it.
Because, honestly, the next morning was hard enough as it was. I probably would have had to have been carried out on a stretcher if I had any more fun or less sleep.
As I was driving home, I was still riding on the fumes of the magical world of the state pool tournament, and because of that, the first song that came on my iPod as I turned onto I-80 was Joe Jackson's "Steppin' Out", and each song thereafter was better and better, and the weirdness from Friday was almost forgotten...Or at least overshadowed by the wonderfulness of the rest of the weekend.