The Deep South (Carolina)

It was getting towards the Christmas season (Thanksgiving was in another week or so) but aside from lights on the trees, it didn't feel like it. I didn't wear a coat or sleeves because it was in the mid 50's, which is a hell of a lot better than back home in Sconnie. It made walking around and being outside so much more enjoyable.

This place was pretty cool in the winter, and I could only imagine how sweet it would be in the summer. I don't know how hot it gets here in the Deep South, but I guess if it is as hot as the blazing inferno of Hell, then inside in the air conditioning might be better. But it was real cool being out on a patio in downtown Columbia, which made the city suck less than when I saw it while Melissa drove me around. Then again, she did take me through the ghetto. So my perspective is a little skewed. Their friends were pretty cool, except for George Potash (the older guy wearing the grey sweatshirt). We called him the anti-poon cause he kept on scaring away all of the ladies. But it was pretty funny to watch.

James warned me about Adam. He's a great guy and he's real nice, but after one beer he's already buzzing. James said that he probably would come out for a beer then get tired and go home. He's usually a party pooper. So it surprised everyone that he was still out with us and that he was wasted! I have a video of him drunk talking on the next page. I remember saying to him, "Oh that's hilarious. I remember my first beer." I also remember that at one point during the night I said, "That's a nice shirt. What's Curious George like in real life?" And since no one watches nearly as many movies as I do, everyone thinks that I came up with that. I never try to pass my movie quotes off as originals, so if someone calls me on it, I just tell them that I really love Step Brothers or the 40 Year-Old Virgin (or whatever movie I am quoting). And I do. So me using the lines is more like an homage to the genius of the people involved versus stealing them. The only other thing that really stood out from that night was doing these shots called Bubble Bombs, which as the name implied, tasted like bubblegum. They must have been on special or something, because we did a ton of them, and Adam went crazy over them. He was yelling BUBBLE BOMBS! really loud.

We stayed out until bar close, which meant that we had to somehow get home. I don't condone this action at all in retrospect, but we did the "whomever is the least drunk should drive home" thing. That's a horrible thing to do, but it was necessary. We hung out in the neighborhood for a bit before heading out, so I took a picture of myself then took a picture of the State Capital building. Out front they still fly the Confederate Flag, which I think is awesome, despite what it stands for. Southern Pride rules.

The last bar we went to ended up being the place where we closed out the night. It had two floors and on the 2nd floor was an outdoor patio. There was a band playing and they had some pretty good drink specials for a Saturday night. But the best part of all was that I could hang out with my big brother James.