Mini-Meet #2 – Iguana Mack’s
After such a success with the first meetup, Adrian and I grew some balls (figuratively) and decided to hold a second. This time focusing it geographically on the east side of the valley since many of the TBs seem to live out there. Since
Iguana Mack’s is a great bar in the
After I took care of the kiddos and got them to there respective sleepovers, I headed out east to join my fellow TBs. After a short 55 miles of travel from my side of town to theirs, I finally arrived ��" late. However in all fairness, I did call Donny to let him know. Besides, what’s an hour or so between friends right?
When I arrived, only Donny and Kim were there at the main bar. None of the other TBs showed up. WHAT KIND OF WELCOMING WAS THIS FOR DONNY AND KIM!! I quickly sent text messages to the others that had said they would be joining us to find out if they would still be coming or if Donny was lucky enough to spend his Sat night with a lady on each arm. Kim (our soon to be newest TB) also sent a text or 2 and we were joined shortly thereafter by 2 other non-TBs, Mike & Ken, as well as Krysta & Nate. Where were all the TBs from our first meetup? Especially since this was THEIR side of town. Oh well, their loss. The party would go on with or without them.
The beers and liquor were flowing, the band jamming, and great conversations as we all got better acquainted. Since all of the ‘Ford’ crew (Donny, Kim, Mike, & Ken) all knew each other, and Krysta brought her hubby Nate, I was definitely the outsider at this one (Thanks for leaving me hanging
As it got late, several members of our group had to work in the morning so little by little we started to part ways. Kim and her Ex (Kim- What were you thinking?), Krysta & Nate, and Ken & a random booty call. After a few more drinks, the bar was closing so Donny and I also went our separate ways. I must say, another great evening with another great group of individuals all brought together through the power of TB (and the help of Verizon). J
**In all fairness to Adrian, my beloved AZ TB, he did try to text me, as did many others that didn’t make it out, however my phone delayed relaying the messages for several hours while we were inside the bar. As for those who called, it was too loud to hear it go off so I do apologize. Next time- just show up. After all, did you REALLY believe that a true TB meet at a BAR would be over by 10pm?
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