Frisco Loco

At the strong request of GK -- who I am almost certain had her sweet 16 birthday party when she was 14 -- I am storming to post more material.  I really do like it when people implore me to write stuff.  Maybe they're just bored at work. (Actually, there is a 74% chance they're bored and just want to read something)

Anyway, I was so depressingly bored last weekend that I partied in Frisco.  I can already hear many of you asking, "What the hell is wrong with you?" And that's a fair question.  The answer, is that I elected to hang out with friends I hadn't seen in a while.  This is the upside to boredom.  You reconnect with old buds and act like idiots, which most of us are pretty good at.

So anyway, I make the long drive (Frisco is like 26.2 miles from my apartment) to meet up at the Laredo Cantina with a couple friends. One of the girls, I'll call her Team Asia, seems to know every bartender in the place.  Our waiter, a cordial fellow, is obsessed with her and relentlessly keeps feeding our whole table drinks (put a pin in this, we're coming back to this later).  Never one to turn down a free drink (hey, girls get this all the time, I hardly ever get drinks bought for me), I keep throwing them back, totally forgetting how I am going to get home that night.  

At some point we decide to leave and head over to this place called 2 Brothers -- correction -- II Brothers -- also in Frisco. This place had the most confusing social scene I've observed in a while.  You had what I am calling your North Dallas D-bag (out of shape, uncool guys wearing tight screen printed tees, or a black shirt with a rhinestone phoenix rising from a fire pit -- you get the point) hanging out with pretty hot girls with too much makeup.  Then you had the old guy sitting at the bar checking out girls half his age.  You also had the average looking chick chain smoking in the corner, feeling guilty about leaving her 2-year old alone at home by himself.

But, ever one to take advantage of the scene, Team Asian broke into that place like a DEA raid in the projects.  As soon as we walk through the door, she sprints to the bar where she (evidently) knows all the bartenders and starts ordering drinks.  We proceeds to drink a TON.  Beer, shots, more beer, margarita, more shots.  At  some point I decide to order food (which I got arrogant about and told JT I wasn't paying for -- hehehe) to soak some of this stuff up (thank goodness I ate mexican food earlier).  Balloons are hanging up all over this place b/c there was some sort of celebration (Rick James) going on.  It looked like Chucky Cheese.

Much of the night escapes me.  I vaguely remember some woman (cougar-age...oh yea, there were a ton of coogs in this place too) telling me she liked my hands and this other lady screaming at me when she was talking to me.  It was like she was listening to a Walkman (or iPod) and had to overtalk to compensate..it was weird.  I concluded she was crazy.

I don't know if I'll spend much time just chillin in Frisco, but I am glad I went.  If nothing else, it provides for a good story.

And I almost forgot, thanks to the efforts/connections/charm of Team Asia, I didn't spend a dollar all night.  Booyah!