The Aftermath
Well, the good news is that I’m alive. The bad news is that the First Annual Quincy Center Pub Crawl didn’t quite reach all its destinations. I’m not sure how many bars we visited (I think Nurse Mandy said 13 last night; the dream was to hit 21), but we tried our best. We kept a journal along the way and I’d love to read it today, but it’s in Davis’s trunk, so I won’t see it until Tuesday at work. I don’t remember signing the journal at the last couple of places we visited, but I now know just how frustrating and infuriating it is to try to write when you’re drunk and it all comes out as nonsense. We also took photographs along the way (disposable camera), so maybe we’ll be able to get some of those on The Diatribe soon.
We started out at the Presidential Pub (Busch draft for me and Bud Light bottle for Nuse Mandy) just before 1 pm and by the The Fours (which was the fourth bar, in a strange twist of cosmic irony) Nurse Mandy was already dozing off. I went outside to wave Cazz into the parking lot and when I walked back in five minutes later, Nurse Mandy was sleeping at the bar. So, we got some coffee in her pronto and
while she was momentarily awake, we dashed over to Bad Abbots, where we got more coffee in her (with Kahlua this time).
A number of work peeps joined the crawl (Cazz, MJ, Davis, and Perry and his wife), which spiced things up. I’m just not looking forward to all the razzing when I return to work on Tuesday. I was apparently a little drunk (shocking), but I won’t know just how embarrassingly drunk until I get the recap from Nurse Mandy.
As planned, Malachy’s Saloon was the final stop. It was just a couple of hours earlier than I thought it would be. It was too bad, too, because I was really rallying at that point. I was comatose at X&O (the previous spot) while everyone ate dinner and I was only allowed water (thanks to Nurse Mandy). But the walk over to Malachy’s revived me to the point where I was feeding the jukebox and playing pool. I wanted to head back out to the Center where we could hit the places I knew we had missed (The Half Door, Holy Ground, Siam House, and Finan’s), but Davis and Nurse Mandy were beat and just wanted to get beer at Brooks and chill at home.
So, perhaps Roselin Avenue was an even more fitting final stop for the Crawl. I think I’ll try it again in six months or so. I’ll learn from my mistakes (I didn’t eat enough and forgot to drink water altogether) and hit that magical 21 mark.
