Hall shows up at the tail end as we're discussing H2C and he relives his story last year there of endless puking and shitting. It was a good thing we already ate. It was here Rob brings up the Celebrity Top 5 list. We try to guess Beth's and she gets utterly disgusted when Kyle suggests Hugh Grant. I believe her response was, "ewww, Hugh Grant looks like my old college roommate, and she was a girl!" The game became the theme of the evening.
After a few hours at Cooper's we walk down to Kirkwood so Hall can make his appearance at JJ's bachelor party. Not much to write about here, we already visited Kirkwood a few months ago and today wasn't any more entertaining than before. Hall buys Kyle a shot of Maker's Mark, and he starts feeling the FML side effects kicking in. After 1 beer we (all but Hall) walk down the street to The Coach House, #100. The Coach House is merely the back room at Uncle Fatty's, and is anything but an actual coach house. We were uncertain what vibe they try to give off here, but it was anything but fun.
Some memorable quotes did come up here:
"If I would throw up in the alley here, I would go inside." -Beth
Q: "I don't know what this place is trying to be?" -Beth
A: After Rob looks around for a second he responds with, "Lame."
"I think this back room is a private party going on." -Beth
"A private party I don't want to be invited to." -Kyle
The Top 5 list discussion carries on. Kyle knows immediately who his Top 5 (Keira, Eva Mendes, Gisele, Charlize (seriously?), Shakira) are as we all ponder ours. The discussion gets out of hand when Beth mentions her Top 5 girls. This gets Kyle thinking who his Top 5 guys would be, and immediately responds with Martin Short. Rob also teaches us that the black cowboy hat is in fact, the party variety of cowboy hats.
Kyle doing his Jay Leno giant-jaw impression
After a single $5 312, the four of us head down to Cesear's, #101 to meet up with Annie and her friend Julie. We make the outdoor rooftop patio ourselves after our loud and obnoxious set of jokes. Kyle perfects the whale noise to a T, but disappoints the crowd with the Bavarian creme pie joke. I believe a couple about rapists were also involved. This is the 2nd Cesear's location we've been to so far, and believe it or not, the insensitive jokes were kept to a minimum this time. We each enjoy a couple Mega size margaritas (Large < Jumbo < Mega) and enjoy life.
We decide to cap the evening off at one more bar. The Avenue Tavern is right across the street and seems like a logical destination. After sitting at our booth for 15 minutes and having our waitress completely ignore us, we dub this one of the worst bars we've been to yet and proceed to leave without getting a drink. Yes, we'll have to come back at some point, but I won't enjoy it. The final destination is Friar Tucks, #102. FT is a dodgy/dive bar meets Medieval English pub. Drinks are cheap, the atmosphere is great, what more can you ask for? Well apparently that answer is a bachelorette party. Kristin and Ashley (not sure which one is getting married) get Kyle to show his nipples, and in return he gets some fabulous plastic beads. This group provides endless entertainment going from group to group in the bar to accomplish their scavenger hunt clues written on penis shaped paper. The extremely cheap pitchers of beer weren't bad either.
Friar Tuck's Ceiling, all ready for the Pride Weekend
