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The four of us are off to Anthony's pub. PainCHiPs is pretty wasted but still functional. This functionality is lost almost immediately after arrival however. We sit down and the waitress starts our tab.

The rules are simple: Order our drinks from her and pay the bill at the end of the night. PC can't quite figure this out and goes to the bar to order every round. They would always send him back to the table where he would get his money out to buy his drinks from the waitress. She would bring the beer and explain to him that he needs to keep his money until the end. After the third or fourth time of watching this little scene, goatboy and I stopped trying to explain it and just let Paint go.

Fiend, in the meantime, sits down and orders a pint and "a double whisky." "What kind?" asks our waitress (an incredibly good-humored woman who took us all in stride.) "Any kind" was the dreaded answer.

She brings back our beer and his whisky. He gags it down, wincing. After a quick beer chaser, he complains that it was horrible whisky. Pure bar rotgut, indeedily. But sure as shit, about 10 minutes later, he orders THE SAME FUCKING DRINK!! We tried to get him to order a name brand drink, but he wasn't having any of it. He ended up have 3 (or 4?) double whiskeys and probably 5 pints.

At one point, just before 1 AM, I had a go at fiend. I am not much of a forum flamer, but I flamed him pretty hard verbally. It was all in good fun and had Paint and Goatboy rolling. Fiend wasn't up to the task of playing along and decided to take it seriously, dropping down into a depressed funk. Just about when we were about to feel bad about it, we hear:

"HEY! I KNOW YOU!" I rotate in my chair and run smack dab into the white Incredible Hulk. Czechreck had arrived and I met my first of the Limey 4. (Smuggoat don't count as Limeys, just like macker is considered one).



Czech explains that the rest of the limeys are pussies who have already gone to bed at the hotel. He wanted to get a drink and had hit the streets on his own and just happened to stumble into us at Anthony's. We all have a quick introduction and then he runs off to bring the rest of the limeys to the bar.

While he is gone, we go back to work on fiend. We were sitting at a table and three of us moved into the next door booth to get some space for the incoming bodies. Fiend hadn't moved since arriving and stayed at the table.



About 1:35 or so, Czech returns with news that the Limeys refuse to get up. Fuck em, we figure, and get to work drinking as much as we can in the remaining 20 minutes we have before the bar closes.

I let them take this picture of me, but I really wasn't that drunk. Honest.





Fiend was feeling lonely after the abuse we had dealt to him..



...and PaintCHiPs had been cut off by the bar and was reduced to water. This was probably a good thing though, considering that baout 15 minutes after cczech left, Paint blurts out "That was czech, right?" No fooling that guy, no sir!



Fiend perked up when czech came back though. He bit him, actually, in a fit of joy I guess.



Just wanted to point out that Paint drank ALL the water, through a straw no less. Love it.



10 minutes to closing, this is what Goatboy, me, and Czech had before us. Notice the two empty shot glasses. Those were double Jack Daniels for Czech, I think.



Even drunk, fiend is no match for the Incredible Hulk. One handed!





This is Tiffany, the waitress. In spite of the hassle that we were giving her, I think she was having fun watching it all. She was cool.





At one point, czech had fiend in such a severe arm lock I really thought he was going to break his elbow.



Fiend tried to show some love, but czech wasn't having any of it. PC had been trying to get fiend to go back to the hotel for a few minutes by now, so czech picked him up and "escorted" him outside. It is hard to see, but PaintCHiPs is only one stride ahead of fiend as czech tosses him out. I guess that was still too far because Paint never saw fiend again until 12 hours later.



Closing down Anthony's for the second night in a row.

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We leave the bar and raid the Limey hotel room. Fucking git's travel all that way to go to bed earlier. Wankers!



Bald-headed prozacjones.



WAKE-UP PHIL!!



urbanjunkie crawled out of the bathtub to say hello at 2:30 AM.



It looks as though sp00ky might be cheering up to meet us...



But when dealing with Limeys, looks can be deceiving.



czech reprezentz the merkins and teaches phil some respect.

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After rousing the Limeys, we hit the streets again. Even though the bars were closed, we were hoping to find a club or something that. We asked a cabbie about where to go and he suggested back to South Street, where Fat Tuesdays is.

We loped down there, but it was dead, dead, dead. Some guy walking home from his job as a bouncer gave us a few leads, but nothing panned out. He was a real cool guy though.

Walking back, I called czech some bad names and he chased me around a bit. I realized that he probably would have caught me if his bladder wasn't full, so after this pic, I didn't insult him anymore.





Here is a hooligan gang if there's ever been one.





Czech seemed to think that he was not only 2 feet and 150 pounds bigger than prozacjones, but also faster in a foot race. pj spoke in actions that were louder than words.

And that was it for Friday night. We headed back to the hotel and crawled into bed around 4:30 again. Paint and Fiend still weren't back by then. Paint showed up about 5 AM, a good 3 hours after leaving the bar. It is only 2 maybe 3 blocks from the bar to the hotel. He wandered about for a couple hours and then caught a cab back to the hotel. WE're not sure where he ended up, but I do know that my 35 block cab ride cost me 8 bucks and PC's ride home was $6.50, so he must have wandered quite a ways.

Fiend still wasn't home in the morning. Calls to the cops and the hospital didn't turn up anything, so we didn't sweat it (too much). We were getting worried a bit by noon, but he evenutally sobered up (in the drunk tank, it turns out) and made it home. I guess he passed out in the street and the cops hauled him in for it. I have pics of his scabby knees: he says from falling down, but we're pretty sure it happened after he got locked up.

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