Amateur Night - Thanksgiving edition

But amateur night is exactly the reason I don't like going to the bar on St. Patty's day. All the trash comes out. And they usually puke everywhere. And in college, all of the townies come out too. Nobody wants that.

 

Was this as a big deal 10 years ago as it is now? I (vaguely) remember going out on the night before Thanksgiving when I was in college, but I never noticed a New Year's Eve or St. Patty's-type feel to it.

 

Lotta guys going out, pretending to be independent of their wives, before meekly returning to
the fold, Thursday.

 

I think it was always a busy bar night--not because there's some party, but people come home for the holiday and there's NOTHING to do the night before but sit and watch Uncle Fred pick his toenails. So, it's off to the bar!

 

Sounds like fun. I'll meet you and wear old shoes for the puke.

 

It was a huge deal 14, 15 years ago. I remember being goofy happy when I could finally barcrawl on Thanksgiving Eve, legally, in 1994.

 

Do you have some L.L. Bean duck boots? You'll need the extra ankle coverage.

 

OK. I may be a little late. I have to starch my collar. It's not staying popped.

Will you grab a handful of limes for the coronas? Thanks, dude!

 

People come in from out of town, looking to get away from their families and go to the bar for a drink or two or a dozen.
So you have Thanksgiving Eve drinking night and if the days fall right, Christmas Eve Eve is also a big drinking night.
Inky, you got plans?
I wasn't heading that way until tomorrow but I can make a change-up. I know you already have a built-in designated driver.

 

It's got to be a pink shirt, Ace. Otherwise, you'll stick out like a cowlick

 

Nah, he was Norm.

 

Ace, make sure your jeans are artfully ripped as well. And don't forget to rock the faux hawk hairdo with a puka-shell necklace.

Jay, the DD is not going any place this evening. Neither am I. Stupid work.