Buon Compleanno Megan!
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So Megan had been in
He entertained us with stories of being in the American and Italian armies (yeah, we thought the same thing). He convinced us to ditch our bus tour and let him show us around, heâ€™d even buy us drinks afterward. We figured if he tried anything, the three of us could take him, no problem. We accepted his offer.
We left the Hard Rock with our new found â€śfriendâ€ť for our tour of
The rest of this evening is based off of broken memories. I remember going into the first bar, looking at the bartender, then he made me a drink and after I took it, I pointed to our new friend and said that he was paying for everything. Once we all had drinks in hand, we headed through the bar to room in the back and grabbed the first empty table. I donâ€™t know why our how, but all of a sudden the cute bartender comes back, grabs Theresa and drags her to the bar. Next thing you know, sheâ€™s flat on her back on the bar and the bartender is doing a body shot off of her--more priceless than a Master Card commercial.
No idea how many drinks we had before we left, but we went to another bar. We didnâ€™t think it was possible to top the first bar, but oh boy, we did. After we entered the 2nd bar, we got drinks and found a table. It started out as the 4 of us, but soon we had a couple Hondurans, a Nigerian, rotating Austrian brothers and some girl from
The night progressed w/Megan hooking up w/the American. I was making out w/the Honduran between our arguments and Theresa disappeared w/the Nigerian. Megan and I went on a mission to find her, which we did. Out of respect for her, wonâ€™t say where. Heheheheâ€¦..:-)
Bartime came around and we went to grab a cab to get back to our hotel. I said good bye to the Hondurans and hopped in a cab. Megan and Theresa got in the backseat by me and the American hopped in the front. Theresaâ€™s Nigerian tried to hop in, but the cabbie wouldnâ€™t let him, so it was bye-bye
We got to the hotel and the American paid for the very expensive cab ride then came up to the room with us. We had a flight to catch back to
Our night in
Moral of the story: If Theresaâ€™s not getting laid, no oneâ€™s getting laid.