Self Created Bar Crawl

My nights recently have turned into a weird sort of game, something like "Hey lets see how many bars you can go to and get drinks at in a ehh 4ish hour span." The game could probably be called a number of other things as well, "lets see how many times you use your shitty 27-year old blonde haired ID and get away with it" ( i have dark brown hair), or better yet, "lets see how much money you can drop on cover in one night alone!"

Yeah anyways, as I was saying, Friday night my friends asked if my friend and I were interested in going to a "dive bar" with them. These guys are all from Iowa City originally, so they know all the "secret hide-outs" if you will, and somehow knew about this hole in the wall ghetto bar, aka Jobsite? First off, my friend and I had no idea what a dive bar was ( we are still getting made fun of for that), but yeah we agreed, obviously. We were the youngest people there by 30 years, easily. It was all IC locals, and I swear they probably took attendance there cause everyone knew everyone, and everyone was just loving life. We should of probably taken the hint the place was a bit sketchy when the first 5 shots we tried to order he had never heard of?

SOOO, we did what any normal college student would do, TEQUILLA.

Needless to say, the night at the Jobsite was ledgendary. The pitchers were 6 bucks, which at first I thought was ridiculous, then realized how massive they were (in comparison to say the single serving ones served at every other bar in this corrupt town) They filled probably 5 good sized glasses ( opposed to those weak ass dixie cups you get every where else), yeah so it was fantastic. We set up a string of tables and the service was great, (again, unlike anything you'd find in actual downtown Iowa City, they cared about good service, eventhough we were young kids). They owed it to us, we probably helped them reach there montly income goal in a 4 hour span.

Anyways, back to the barcrawl, we somehow survived that "dive" and headed downtown, first to Airliner, then Vitos, followed by DC's and topped off by THE one and only scum. I frikin hate scum, but it was just one of those nights it was appropriate. I hated them all, they were all mobbed and smelly and hot and you know, the usual. I would name the deals, but there weren't any. I think I spent the most that night than I have any night this year.

It goes well with the other game I am currently playing, "Lets see how long you can get your bank account before the end of the school year! Lets see if you can make it without asking dad for money this year!"