The one thing I can't figure out is that if the Madison is a well-known meat-market full of heterosexual guys, why would heterosexual guys want to go there? The math just doesn't work out. (The prevelance of straight guys also resulted in me having to be a bitch to some guy named Rob, and him not taking the hint. But I'm saving that rant for later this week.)
Natty and Julia (Mark's roomates).
"Mark, I need to tell you something unfortunate about beards."
Mark's blog and click on his March archives. Also keep your eyes peeled for his critique of last night's game's technique.)
Jess, Natty, girl whose name I can't remember, and Julia.
Court and Mat were headed home, but wanted to play one last round before they left the bar. This pose in particular in incrediable, because both Brie and I are acting as Player #2 and telling them to "Get Off That Thing!"
At this point in the night, we decided we were sick of the Madison, and agreed that whenever Sasha and the other girls returned, we would head to another bar. I went to get some water while we waited.
When I returned, there was a bouncer was standing menancingly over Brie and Mark. "We have to leave," they told me.
"What? Why!?" I was confused.
"We'll tell you once we get outside," the told me in hushed voices.
I felt guilty. Was it my fault? Did they kick us out of the bar because I insisted upon playing numerous rounds of Get Off That Thing?
As it turns out, I had nothing to do with it. (Which is a first!) On Brie's own birthday celebration, she got us kicked out of the bar for the worst reason possible. While I was getting water, Brie and Mark grabbed my camera from my bag, and proceeded to take pictures down Brie's shirt.
The bouncer came over and said, "You can send that home to your Mom." We all agreed that Brie's mom would be really confused by this picture, though.