Okay, kids. For reasons I'll get into tomorrow, I wasn't on the computer much this weekend. Right now, I'll just talk about Friday night. I have a shit ton of photos to post, and I'll try really, really hard not to use too many of my words.
It started much like any other night, when I go out - with boys flipping me the bird and making dorky faces at the Dublin.
Then we all marched down to Vito's where they were having their 75th anniversary of the repeal of Prohibition party.
There were guys dressed as 1930's gangsters.
Here's me attempting but not succeeding to show up the flapper poster. You can't blame a girl for trying, can you?
The zoot suit guy really kicked ass. He was even wearing Hawkeye colors.
One of my favorite things was the shuffleboard table. I have often lamented the loss of the shuffleboard table at the Hilltop from back in the day. But now Vito's has one. Oh, happy day.
Just look at the intense concentration of the spectators.
We finally went back to the Dublin and I met this totally hot girl, wearing the most amazing hosiery I've ever seen - lacey tights. The best part was, she was a self-proclaimed attention whore, so she not only let me take her photo, she let me feel her legs as many times as I wanted...Or as often as time allowed.
I finally gave the poor girl a break and joined the dance party. Hooray! I missed my girl crush, but she said she might make it back to town next weekend, so at least I have something to look forward to.
The night ended like every night at The Dublin. One of the bartenders yelled out, "laaaaaaasssst caaaaaaalllll!" And my friend Jen and I had an extremely earnest conversation on our very chilly walk home. The end.