Keep a Close Eye on Your Markers

Thursday October 17, 2002

Several friends, my brother, and my cousin take me out for a few drinks to celebrate my upcoming nuptials. Unbeknownst to us, the girls were not far away: actually in the pub attached to the one we had chosen. We (luckily) gained entrance without lining up, thanks in part to my cousin, dubbed "Sunshine" by my buddies from back home, partially because he'd flown in from Los Angeles for the wedding, and partially because when this guy smiled, it seemed like the sun came out (or at least the cute girls).

We were already well-lubricated leaving the apartment, so there were no inhibitions at the bar. That's not to say we did anything we would regret. S, one of my back-home boys, away from his family for the first time in a long while, was making the most of his time away and figured he was going to make this a night worth remembering. Or, in lieu of memory, he was going to send me home with visual evidence of how much fun I had.

Of course, pictures were out of the question, so S decides to quietly hit up the bartender for a permanent marker. She gives him a strange look. He asks very nicely, and she acquiesces, giving up a large sharpie from behind the bar. S immediately sidles up behind me and begins to write on my back. I had no idea what was going on, but I was in no condition to argue, so I went along with it.

The next thing I knew, I was being paraded around the bar, and every girl in the joint was writing on me. D, my other back-home boy, promised to replace the shirt, but I think it's a worthy souvenir.

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Bartender's Handprint (Go ahead, guess where.)
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The Back
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Someone from Maine signed me.
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I got a few kisses.
Also, apparently someone couldn't spell Brunette. (Notice I was not kissed by a "gay guy" -- did I mention my friends were from Alberta?)
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Under the collar -- something in Norwegian. Anyone?
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a quickr pickr post


I made it home about 3AM and fell into bed next to She Who Would Be The Lovely Wife, who was in a state I can only imagine would have been the "drunkest" I'd ever seen her. I attempted three times to find out where she'd been, only to have my queries brushed aside after she realised her brain and her mouth were no longer connected.

(Note: She just looked over my shoulder and approved that version of the episode.)

And, as far as I know, she's never seen the shirt. Until now, that is.


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Posted bythemikestand at 8:27 PM  

1 stepped up to the mike:

Megan said... 3:00 AM, November 26, 2006  

Sounds like a fun, relatively clean and harmless time. :)
My DH went hiking in the Alps for two days in a blizzard.

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