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As I'm writing this, I have switched from watching the MSU-UNC game to MTV to catch the new season of The Hills. At this point I am correlating Spencer Pratt with the UNC shooting game, while the MSU defense is being played by Heidi - in other words, its a lopsided match. Speaking of The Hills, the best text message of last Saturday night goes to Selfy for our 1AM note saying "Frankie from the hills is here!." Thanks Jason, I sure hope there is more to that story.

Our Saturday afternoon began at Schoolyard, which is the 2nd time we have visited there (3rd time for me) this year. I met a couple coworkers there, who one is a proud MSU alum as we watched the first half of a Spartan victory. We were met by our EBONY followers in Chenoweth, Holland, Claire, Hall, Chuck and Adam. Hall shows up around 6 claiming that he has been drinking since noon at Brownstone, and it is crystal clear he isn't bluffing. At Schoolyard we had a heated debate of who is one person you put a picture of above your fireplace? This eventually led to a split debate of who is the worst person one could possibly put there. In the end, the final two came down to Hitler and Osama bin Laden, what do you, our readers think? At halftime we walk down the street to Mystic Celt to get some food in our bellies before the show. Hall immediately orders a round of Duvel's for us and the evening went downhill since. At one point Hall tells a joke in which I ask Kyle if it would be PC if we included his quote in the blog, and Kyle answers with an emphatic NO!. From what I remember, it may have involved a rapist.

At 7:30, we along with Hall and Chuck arrive at the Metro to catch the last couple songs of Ladytron before The Faint eventually takes the stage. For 90 consecutive minutes all we hear is constant complaints coming out of Hall's drunken mouth - everything from the atmosphere of the club to mundane sounds coming out of the speakers. After awhile we couldn't take it any longer and just told him to hit the road. Fortunately for the way the evening was rolling, he listened (no offense dude). Around the same time a girl carrying drink walks by the 3 of us and says "thank God there are 3 straight guys here." Whatever that's supposed to mean. After The Faint put on another amazing live show (check out the video in the previous post) the three of us went downstairs to SmartBar. SmartBar was pretty lame and completely dead. When Kyle and I are at establishments like this, we usually start a game to get the dance floor going. Each person assigns one artist to another, and when that artist is being spun by the DJ, that individual must lead the dance floor. I ended up getting The Rapture, Kyle had Hot Chip and Chuck has LCD Soundsystem. In the end, no one won (or lost?), which was mainly due to the DJ being pretty shitty. I'm sure we'll be back to SmartBar by the end of the end of the year though.

After this, the night slowly becomes foggy. Chuck joins us for two more pretty dead bars at Trace and Yak-zies. We hand out a couple business cards at Trace and for probably the 30th time this year we hear "yeah, we'll definitely join your Facebook fan club page of the blog," and yet it was all an act on their part. Your bluff has been called. The only thing I remember fom Yak-zies is Kyle saying "this place is NOT funny." It was no lie. As we're walking home we walk by a warehouse looking building across the street from Whole Foods. We decide to check it it and learn the place is called Circuit and is filled with 90% lesbians. This entices Kyle to buy a round of Irish Car Bombs for whatever reason, and we walk around the bar to soak it all in. We definitely feel out of place but still stay for a 2nd drink. After Circuit, we are committed to going to bed, yet stop by Roscoe's to have one drink to cross it off the list. Nothing else memorable here, but I bet Hall wishes he didn't go to bed so early.

Oh snap, Spencer just punched a dude!