Friday night, Red and I returned to the scene of the crime to reclaim our stomping grounds. We’ll be damned if we let some silly iranian boys run us out of our bar! That was the first step…let the healing begin!
V turned up a little later and regailed us with stories of her vacation in Viet Nam. She’s the only person I know who can return from a 2-week trip, a long ass plane ride, and then be up for meeting for drinks within a couple of hours of returning home.
There was a brief moment when Red thought we might end up in a fight with random guy’s girlfriend, but that appeared to be unwarranted. So, aside from the initial trepidation about returning, it was a great night!
Quotes of the evening:
Red: She just got back from Viet Nam.
Drunk guy: Whoa. Are you in the service? Are you ok?
V: Um…you know that war is over, right?
Drunk guy: Sorry. I’m not very educated.
“Tell striped-shirt-guy that I will make him moan all night.”
Red: Just how horny are you?
V: DAMN horny.
Red: Ok, let me see what I can do (as she wanders off to chat up random guys).