You know how every once in a while, the stars align and you have one of those nights that cannot be planned. A night that will live on in your mind as one of the greatest nights of your life. A night that is so memorable and special, you get a little misty-eyed just thinking about it. Yeah, I didnt have one of those nights this weekend. However, I did have a good time with some people I havent seen in a while.
The five of us started out going to the San Antonio Spurs game. Sorry I didn't get any pictures of the game, fun was had by all though. After the game, plans included going down to Howl At The Moon, for some good old-fashioned piano bar fun. Yeah, those plans lasted through halftime, at which time they were scrapped for a gentleman's club proposal. At the suggestion of someone in the group (Brent), we took a chance on The Men's Club in San Antonio (anyone who has been to a San Antonio strip bar can tell you why I used the word "chance"). Bad move. So about ten, I make an executive decision to head north to the infamous Yellow Rose. I call Ricky, gave him hardly any notice, and he hooked us up big time. We had a good time, drank a few drinks, learned some things about each other, and shut the place down. There is more to this story, but I am not elaborating here. Fill some of you in about it later.
Brent Suggested This Place...BIG MISTAKE
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